So fast!
Rokuya's pupils contracted slightly. The speed of this strike had even surpassed his own back at the Final Selection, when he had just learned the First Form! Moreover, Zenitsu had concentrated all his strength into the drive of his legs, without wasting the slightest bit.
This kid was useless when awake, but when extreme terror knocked him unconscious, his body's potential and muscle memory could unleash themselves at one hundred percent!
"Interesting!"
Rokuya did not draw his blade. Instead, he simply extended his left hand, coated in silver-blue Arcana Power.
Bang!!!
A deafening sonic boom erupted across the training ground.
Zenitsu's wooden sword, carrying devastating force, slammed into Rokuya's left hand. But to the despair of Zenitsu's subconscious, this strike into which he had poured all his strength failed to cut through even the thin layer of magical light shimmering over Rokuya's palm!
The immense recoil knocked the wooden sword straight out of Zenitsu's hands. His entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the grass more than ten meters away.
"Ow... It hurts, it hurts..."
The intense pain woke Zenitsu from his unconscious state. Clutching his right hand, which had gone numb from the impact, he looked at the completely unscathed Rokuya nearby, despair written all over his face.
"Not bad." Rokuya shook his left hand and walked toward Zenitsu. "For someone who's only trained for a year, the speed of your Thunderclap and Flash is already adequate. But your fatal weakness is far too obvious."
Rokuya looked down at Zenitsu and assessed him mercilessly. "Your attack follows an absolutely straight line. You may be fast, but if the enemy anticipates your opening stance or places an obstacle in front of you, you'll run right into it like a target. Just