Kyone bit her lip as she watched Azel fight.
"Reversal…"
That second form.
That damned second form.
It was the most infuriating technique she had ever witnessed in her life.
It wasn't just troublesome — it was an insult to the natural order.
A technique that mirrored your own strike back at you, as if the sword itself mocked you, saying: whatever you can do, I can undo.
She winced.
Memories intruded, every slash she once threw, every frost imbued strike, all bouncing back at her with the same speed, the same precision, the same smug grin on his face.
By that damn guy that called himself the Hero.
'I really hate that guy…' she thought bitterly, her jaw tightening.
If he wasn't already erased from existence, she would have stomped his face in herself.
…
Azel exhaled slowly, drawing the air deep into his lungs, steadying the rise and fall of his chest.
Fighting against someone stronger than you had that sort of effect on you
