Kagaya Ubuyashiki's Decision

Hearing the girl's answer, Akaza's pupils contracted slightly.

"Your master! It seems there are still powerful people in this world I don't know about. But surely you have already surpassed your master by now! To cultivate swordsmanship to such a level, you have forged an unprecedented path."

Akaza continuously used his fists to block Makomo's increasingly fierce slashes. He had to admit that the danger of dancing on the blade's edge made him more and more excited.

However, Makomo did not look pleased by his praise. Instead, the sword in her hand grew increasingly fierce.

"Nonsense. Compared to my master, I've only just scratched the surface of the sword!"

With that, Makomo's furious strike flashed like a fleeting bloom, frost gleaming upon it as it cleaved Akaza in two.

The wisps of cold emanating from the wound made even Akaza feel that his recovery was noticeably slower.

Just as Akaza was about to say something else, another flash of light appeared. The moment he regenerated and opened his mouth, he froze as his head was sent flying high into the air.

Akaza did not panic. His spinning head commanded his stiff body to suddenly leap up and catch it, then press it back onto his neck in one smooth motion. He quickly retreated several steps, widening the distance between them.

At this point, he could clearly sense that something was wrong with Makomo. Compared to her earlier indifference, the woman across from him now held a trace of anger in her eyes.

Akaza ran through everything in his mind. Had he said anything excessive?

Though he was a demon and often enjoyed tormenting weaker pigs for amusement, he had never been stingy with praise when facing an opponent worthy of his respect.

But this was clearly not the time to