"A kendo duel... but that thing in your hand is a scythe!"
Saeko Busujima stared at the massive scythe in Seele's hands. What kind of kendo duel was this...
"A scythe is still a blade!"
"???"
A scythe was also a blade?
She was suddenly rendered speechless. She really couldn't argue with that.
"Still, if you insist on a katana, that's possible too."
The crimson great scythe vanished from her hand, replaced by a demonic blade identical to the Muramasa she had thrown to Saeko Busujima.
Although Seele preferred great scythes and claws, she was not entirely Seele. Having inherited the martial skills of every Valkyrie, she naturally also possessed Little Eight's swordsmanship, Raiden Mei's Northern Dipper One-Sword Style, and even Fu Hua's sword arts.
"..."
Saeko Busujima's eyes lit up when she saw Seele's stance with the blade... She had harbored some reservations before, but now she understood... this underclassman Seele, whose nationality she could not even identify, genuinely knew kendo.
Moreover, once Seele took hold of a sword, the aura unique to a swordsman made it clear that she would not be weak.
Though Saeko Busujima had won an award at last year's national kendo tournament, she was not so conceited as to look down on others.
"What stakes did you have in mind, Seele?"
Saeko Busujima was tempted. This was not a match, nor was it practice—it was genuine killing.
"Let Seele think... Senior Busujima is very popular at school! If someone as popular as Senior Busujima became someone else's 🐶, wouldn't all the people who like Senior Busujima collapse? Just imagining that scene makes Seele so delighted!"
"So the stakes are... if Senior Busujima loses, you'll become Seele's dog! How about it? Hahaha!"
A sickly smile bloomed perfectly across Seele's face. She looked abnormal... even insane.