No need for that!
Adrian slightly raised [Yubashiri], its magnificent blade bearing an irregular, small T-shaped temper pattern, and nodded to Momonga, signaling him to attack.
"Before we fight, may I ask you something, Mr. Whiteface?"
Momonga grew solemn and asked with utmost seriousness.
"Would you happen to have any plans to join the Marines, Mr. Whiteface?"
A suspected Great Swordmaster who willingly taught Swordmasters, even patiently pointing out the flaws in their swordplay.
That was lawful good through and through!
The Marines loved powerful people like him!
"..."
Adrian still said nothing, merely raising [Yubashiri] in his hand.
Seeing this, Momonga stopped wasting words, assuming that he wanted to fight before talking.
That worked just as well.
Let me show you the strength of a Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral!
Momonga narrowed his eyes slightly. His feet rapidly stamped against the dojo floor as he executed the advanced physical technique of the Six Powers, Soru. Moving like a pale purple phantom beyond the limits of visual perception, he charged toward Adrian at tremendous speed.
"One Sword Style—"
Momonga had only just raised his fine blade, not even finding time to finish announcing his technique.
Adrian was already swinging [Yubashiri] with all his strength.
The blade with its irregular temper pattern moved countless times faster than it had during his earlier bouts with the Swordmasters.
It was like a white thunderbolt tearing through the night sky.
In an instant, [Yubashiri] slashed toward Momonga.
Startled, Momonga flashed a glint of red in his eyes. At the last possible moment, he turned the blade in his right hand, holding it upright to guard his chest and abdomen.
Clang—
Yubashiri collided with the unnamed blade. A deafening crash rang out in every direction, and an invisible shock wave instantly spread outward.
"Is this what