Better Than The Last Time

I called that figure Jessica, who claimed to be the Titan of the Sword. She drew her sword and then slashed it through the air creating a crescent-shaped blade that cut through anything in its path; for Reona or me, it was easy to dodge it, but in a moment, our bodies were hard to move.

"This?"

The pressure of Jessica's killing intent prevented us from moving. She appeared in front of us.

My body moved. I pushed the willpower within me to make my pendant able to withstand Jessica's attack; on the other hand, Reona's body still had no sign of moving.

"I guess you're better than the last time we met," Jessica said coldly.

"Of course, I don't want you to cut off my hand again."

"Let's see if you can prevent it this time."

I gave a motif kick since I wasn't wearing a Kimono, so there was no harm in moving freely.

Clang! Clang! Clang!