I, Iori Yagami, Am Actually Really Damn Good

Strength represented power, endurance represented stamina, and agility represented speed.

Anyone with even a little common sense knew what that meant.

Everyone had these attributes; only the values differed.

Ordinary people who kept up with training generally hovered around G rank, while battle-hardened mercenaries might reach F rank.

Some outstanding individuals could go even higher. Holy Church executors who had received sacraments could even surpass certain Servants who did not fight physically.

As for those few from the Burial Agency, their attributes could even contend with Servants who fought with their bodies.

Servants all started at E rank. Even the lowest values were E, which meant Osakabehime's attributes were at the absolute bottom.

Put nicely, she was delicate, frail, and easy to topple.

Put bluntly, she was just a pathetic little scrub.

And this scrub actually dared question my strength and ask whether I could handle it? Then I would show her what berserk meant.

It was not as though no one had ever tried provoking me before, but they had always been the ones who suffered in the end.

Since Osakabehime wanted to have a private spar with me, I would let her learn what cruelty was.

This was a fighting match, so before the battle began, first came forward, back, forward, back, forward, back, plus the A and C buttons.

That would activate the hidden berserk form, greatly increasing attack speed and damage.

The battle began! Round 1.

Yuan Shikai opened with Kototsuki Yin, using lightning-fast force to pin Osakabehime onto the bed.

Osakabehime came to her senses and began struggling, trying to break free by writhing around.

But the following triple Aoi Hana broke her escape state, and her attempt to struggle free failed.

During that process, Osakabehime's pajamas unfortunately came apart, yet she still tried to