Unreasonable Absolute Speed (Revision)

He can be faster!

Kuraudo was not trying his best at all. His neurological reaction speed had actually exceeded 0.05 seconds, reaching the realm of 0.04 or even 0.03 seconds!

This is what he was really trying to do.

"—Yamata no Orochi!"

Using all his strength!

Trying his best!

Combining the Marginal Counter, this is a unique technique that can only be achieved by Kuraudo, the Sword Eater, in this world!

At the exact same time, he performed eight consecutive slashes!

The giant eight-headed white-boned snake bared its ferocious fangs and attacked the swordsman, who was as calm as a lake and without a ripple.

This is the natural talent of the Sword Eater.

With such talent, no swordsman could be his match, so he counters swordsmen.

But Hoshiharu was not among this group.

In his eyes, the whole world was extremely slow, reaching speeds of 0.5 or even lower.

Being in such a world, it seemed that even his heart had become at peace.

His eyes darkened, as if a deep pool was trapped within them, and there was no way to escape once you were sucked into it.

The speed of nerve response is determined by the transmission speed of neurons.

Neurons, also known as nerve cells, are the most basic structural and functional units of the human nervous system. Neurons have the function of receiving, producing, and transmitting senses.

In other words, the faster the transmission of nerve cells, the faster the human nerve response.

The reason why Kuraudo's reflexes are so fast is because his neurons are extremely active and can transmit information much faster than ordinary people.

But he was very unlucky.

Because Hoshiharu set his reflex speed higher than Kuraudo's, the activity of the nerve cells in his body suddenly increased, and the speed of information transmission exceeded that of his opponent.

It's true that Kuraudo wasn't trying his hardest, and it's also true that he could be faster.

However, Absolute Speed is the power of cause and effect. It can reverse all impossibilities and make the phenomenon of "Hoshiharu is definitely faster than his opponent" a reality.

The faster his opponent, the faster he is!

Kuraudo's full strength would only be the foundation for Hoshiharu to surpass him.

He tried his best.

However, there is not much truth in this world.

The Noble Art of the Causation Interference System is famously unreasonable.

Hoshiharu slowly raised his hand.

He lifted his foot and ran towards the Sword Eater with firm steps.

In the state of Marginal Counter, he could clearly feel how heavy his body was, and it was extremely difficult to move as if he were stuck in a swamp.

His weak body could not keep up with his current reflex speed.

But that didn't matter.

After discerning the blade, quick reflexes were no longer needed.

*VROOM*

The hand holding the sword suddenly accelerated!

With a sword swing speed faster than his opponent's, he slashed with his sword.

"—Devil Light Flowing Blade!"

The shiny silver blade clashed diagonally with the snake's head above.

*CLANK*

As the blades collided, Kuraudo rushed towards Hoshiharu and inflicted several wounds on his face and body.

But he ignored it, not even blinking, and focused all his strength into one sword, concentrating all his sword power on the point of impact.

*BOOM*

The white-boned sword was thrown and hit the wooden wall.

The real snake's head was revealed, and all the other fake snake heads turned into mirages and disappeared.

After all, if the spatial folding point is not achieved, the so-called "eight consecutive cuts in an instant" is a joke!

Hoshiharu's hands trembled violently.

The shock force from the blade collision caused his jaw to split instantly.

But he didn't stop for even one step. He took a big step and crossed the final distance in an instant, arriving in front of Kuraudo, whose face was full of amazement.

*PU-CHI*

The sound of steel entering flesh was heard.

Two figures passed each other.

Suddenly there was silence in the entire dojo.

Both Kanata and Ayase widened their eyes, looking at the decided outcome on the field.

Hoshiharu stood behind Kuraudo, holding a bloody sword in his hand.

On the blade was Kuraudo's blood and his own.

Blood dripped to the ground.

Kuraudo stared at his chest.

A deep slash mark was embedded in it, and red blood kept flowing from his body.

Defeated.

But—

"...That was a very enjoyable fight."

Kuraudo raised his head and looked at the night stars outside the hole in the ashram dome, his face slowly becoming satisfied.

"The dojo will be returned to you. I'll take the people out of here. There's no need to wait here any longer."

If they waited any longer, Ayase wouldn't be able to become the second Kaito, unable to satisfy the hunger and thirst in his heart.

Moreover, he felt satisfied.

This fight was more thrilling than all previous fights. The two-year wait was not in vain.

The Device disappeared from his hand, Kuraudo sighed in satisfaction, then walked out of the dojo, his back disappearing from the view of the three people behind him.

"Hey, Kuraudo, why did you suddenly faint?"

"Isn't it a major hemorrhage? He was just trying to show off!"

"He's fainted, call an ambulance!"

In the open space outside the dojo, more than a dozen people hurriedly picked up the unconscious Kuraudo and carried him out of the mountain.

"Wait a moment."

But a voice suddenly came from the dojo behind them and fell into the ears of the hooligan students. It was like the Grim Reaper urging them to die, causing them to stop instantly.

"You stay."

Hoshiharu appeared at the dojo door, nodding his chin towards a certain student among the dozen students with mohawk hair.

"...ME?"

The mohawk pointed at himself.

After receiving Hoshiharu's firm answer, a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face.

Seeing this, the others immediately took Kuraudo away, leaving only Mohawk, whose head was shaking in fear.

Seeing the flattering smile on Mohawk's face, Hoshiharu lifted his foot and walked slowly.

The smile on his face gradually became warmer.

"You were the one who punched me in the restaurant and hit my face, right?"

"Ah...this..."

Mohawk's head suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, and his eyes darted around.

*SWOOSH*

Before he could think of anything good to say, Hoshiharu slashed him with the back of his sword and knocked him to the ground.

"I told you to slap my face! I told you to slap my face! Don't you know how to write the word death...!"

Hoshiharu slashed Mohawk's face more than ten times in a row, beating him until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. His eyes were full of tears, his teeth flew, and he looked crippled.

"Get out."

With the command, Mohawk fled as if he had been granted amnesty.

"Mhm..."

Kanata came up behind Hoshiharu and couldn't help but think a little when she saw this.

"Hoshiharu, could it be that what you mentioned earlier was...?"

"Yes."

Hoshiharu turned, a flat expression on his face.

"He slapped my face! Do you want me to settle this?"