A torrent of white light shot from the tip of the blade. It was Lappland's Originium Arts, bringing a silence like peaceful sleep to her enemies.
"You don't really think you can stop me from going to Lungmen, do you?" she said defiantly.
"Not only can I stop you from going to Lungmen, I can send you back to Siracusa too. What are you going to do about it?"
Hoshino answered boldly.
"You troublemaking... little mongrel."
She tried to provoke her, but failed. Unlike the raging, tidal assault, Lappland was an extremely calm person. She observed her opponent's attacks and waited for their weakest moment. Even the fiercest insults were nothing more than wind in her ears.
The other party's breathing had not faltered.
If she stepped forward now, she would surely receive the warmest [welcome].
That was all Lappland saw. She objectively assessed the difference in strength between them and knew she could not keep fighting. Her goal was not to win this battle.
Texas!
She had to bring that fallen Texas back.
Another torrent shot forth, only to be cut into fragments by thin blades shaped like crimson cherry blossoms. Another torrent followed immediately after. Lappland increased the pace of her attacks, sending torrent after torrent at the shrine maiden until everything became a bleak expanse of white.
Then she decisively turned and fled.
The rain of lasers vanished. Hoshino lightly lowered her blade and leaned forward slightly, staring at the nimble figure running away. That silver-white, fluffy tail swayed from side to side, lending a touch of cuteness to such an arrogant escape.
"Little mongrel."
Her figure vanished from where she stood, becoming a sharp streak of light that crossed dozens of meters with a single slash.
Lappland never looked back when she ran.
Yet she could