"Is she your fan?"
Feater had seen this sort of scene before, so she was not overly puzzled. She simply turned to Hoshino and asked directly.
"More or less. I taught her a few things about swordsmanship." Hoshino answered calmly, even somewhat coldly, as though Lappland had never brought her any joy. Lappland drew her blade, and Hoshino did the same. There was a faintly confrontational air between them.
"Wow~"
Feater felt that the scene was downright cinematic.
The scenery was distinctly Sicilian in style. Two swordswomen faced each other with drawn blades. The white wolf lady stood with her back to the sunset; from this angle, a halo seemed to float around her dark silhouette. The shrine maiden faced the light, narrowing her eyes as she raised her sword.
"This angle puts you at a disadvantage."
"Think of it as me giving you a handicap. How about it?"
"..."
The scene looked as though it had been lifted straight from a sword-fighting movie. Feater grew increasingly excited and had already begun scouting the area for camera angles.
The battle began.
They stamped off the ground at the same time, their figures vanishing in rapid motion. Repeated sounds of clashing metal rang through the air, whipping up a biting wind. Their actual forms could not be seen, but their silhouettes crisscrossed through the air. It was impossible to imagine just how fierce the fight was.
That was not right.
Feater was a martial arts choreographer and had considerable experience with real combat. Ordinarily, a fight at this level should never have happened. If two people were truly slashing at each other, the outcome should have been decided the instant they met and made their moves.
This situation... was someone fooling around?
She turned around and saw Shamare and her Little