Akaza's Escape from Certain Death

At this moment, Akaza also noticed the bizarre weather.

He stared blankly around him and saw that the heavy snow covered only their area, while everywhere else remained an empty black night.

Akaza swallowed unnaturally and took a slight step back.

"What... is this? It can actually change the weather around us!"

He had never seen anything like this before, but he knew it had to be connected to the sword-wielding woman across from him.

"Want to know? I can show you!"

Makomo's cool voice rang out. Unlike before, it now carried a rare hint of excitement.

She finally understood why her master would take her to sit quietly atop the mountain whenever the seasons changed: it was so she could comprehend her own sword intent through nature.

At this moment, she had finally succeeded. From an incomparably solid foundation, she had comprehended a sword that belonged solely to her. That winter had been very cold, but with her master by her side, she had felt exceptionally warm.

A faint smile curved Makomo's lips, and her cool, lovely face revealed a tenderness that belonged only to her.

In an instant, snowflakes drifted toward Akaza, and Makomo's body began to move.

A flash of sword light danced amid the falling snow, appearing and disappearing as it carried an unprecedented chill toward Akaza.

Akaza's pupils widened continuously, and fear finally flashed in his eyes, because he could feel it—if that sword struck him, he would definitely die.

"No, he absolutely didn't want to die. He still wanted to grow stronger. He could definitely become stronger!"

Akaza screamed repeatedly in his heart. Finally, driven by his intense desire to survive, his body, stiffened by the cold, began to move.

"I... absolutely... won't die!"

With a furious roar, surging fighting spirit burst forth in