"Your stamina is terrible. Fighting like this is nothing but gambling with your life. You won't live long that way." Ivanka walked slowly over to Yasuo and shook her head.
"Bullshit! Fight me one-on-one!" Pale-faced, Yasuo mustered his strength, raised his blade, and slashed at Ivanka.
Still just a brat. Ivanka shook her head, shifted slightly to the side, and kicked the long blade out of Yasuo's hand.
Seeing his blade fly away, Yasuo lunged after it. Ivanka reached out and snatched it, dodging his lunge before saying calmly, "You should remember what the Director said. If you lose your weapon on the battlefield, your only option is to find a way to kill yourself. You've still got a long way to go, Yasuo."
At those words, fury blazed in Yasuo's eyes. "Aah!" he roared, throwing a punch at Ivanka. The strike was so fierce that it carried a faint rush of wind.
Even Ivanka-the elite Military Police Brigade soldier Kenny had selected as the sole person left standing in a hundred-person melee-was briefly startled into panic. She hurriedly leaned backward, bending at the waist almost sixty degrees. Yasuo's fist slammed into a wooden post beside her, punching a huge hole through it.
Ivanka straightened and stared in shock at Yasuo as he tried to pull his hand free. His sudden burst of strength earned a measure of her respect. Just what I'd expect from the Director's apprentice.
"Aaaah, that hurts!" Yasuo pulled out his mangled right hand and cried out through gritted teeth.
"You're weak right now, but you have limitless potential. Catching up to the Director isn't impossible," Ivanka said, offering her honest praise.
"Hmph! My master may be strong, but it's only a matter of time before I surpass him. The one I want to surpass is