Volume 3 Chapter 52 The Martial Arts Performance
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Katyusha slowly moved closer to the black spear-wielder before the guard.
”Don’t move~. I’ll heal you right away~”
The female warrior monk of the black panther tribe smiled softly.
She quickly held the man’s shoulder and cast her healing spell.
She was skilled at this. As soon as the broken bone was fixed, the pain left the gladiator’s face.
”Why…”
”I am the right hand of the gods. I save the suffering people, a messenger of relief and rebirth.”
Katyusha stood tall and pulled the gladiator’s right hand up.
”I am a monk. When the battle is over, I will heal the wounded properly~.”
”Thank you… Not just for my life, but for this healing magic as well. What is the price?”
”Hehe, nothing needed~. You showed great skill~. If we get the chance, let’s fight again.”
”Thank you, warrior Katyusha. My name is Ataka. I will repay this debt. The people of Eldorado never forget a favor.”
The black man said this seriously, but Katyusha’s attention was already on Kian.
She watched as the spear-wielder was helped off by the guard, while he smiled warmly towards her.
”Gladiator Kian, it’s your turn now. Come on, go!”
The guard with the spear said from behind.
It seemed the final match was about to happen now.
Kian nodded slowly and began to walk up the steps to the arena.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Cheers.
The crowd was finally excited by Katyusha’s amazing skills, but Kian’s entrance brought even more excitement.
Kian squinted at the bright lights and moved slowly towards Katyusha in the center.
(I don’t know how to appeal like that. I can’t do it as well as Katyusha…)
’More importantly, focus on the fight. That Great Sword will turn me into meat chunks if it hits.’
(I know.)
Earlier, Katyusha had clearly held back.
But in front of Kian, she would not hold back.
She would swing her sword with the intent to kill.
She only said she wouldn’t chase him, but she didn’t say she wouldn’t use her deadly Great Sword.
Of course, if Kian got cut in half with one strike, it wouldn’t matter if she chased him or not; he would be dead.
He still didn’t have the skills or evolution as a vampire to come back to life after dying.
”Geez, I feel sorry for you…”
Hearing the voice of the guard beside him, Kian finally faced the female warrior monk from the black panther tribe.
The distance was 15 meters.
For the warrior monk, that was nothing at all.
Kian turned his black eyes toward the female warrior monk.
”Ms. Katyusha.”
”Hehe~, Sir Kian, it looks like we really have to fight in the finals!”
Amidst the cheers, Katyusha’s voice stood out strangely well.
He thought he might be using his vampire hearing without realizing it, but that wasn’t the case.
He was simply focusing on the warrior monk right in front of him.
Katyusha placed her hand, the one not holding the shamshir, on her waist and narrowed her eyes.
”…Right now, the cheers cover everything. How about it? Want to throw the match?”
”If you are going to let me win, then no problem. But if you want me to lose on purpose, I’m afraid I can’t agree to that.”
”I see.”
Katyusha revealed her ca9 tooth from the corner of her lips and chuckled softly.
”Well then, I guess it can’t be helped.”
* * *
”────”
In silence, he drew his curved falchion.
At the same time, Katyusha readied her shamshir high.
”────”
”……”
The silver blade and the black shamshir seemed to be a kind of contrast.
Kian extended his sword hand forward, exposing only half of himself to Katyusha as he quietly waited for the right moment.
Just like in the battle against Abbas in the realm of memories, the match had already begun.
Both were out to take each other down with a single lethal strike.
Once the movement started, a swift leap would settle the fight.
Kian let the black robe billow in the arena’s sea breeze and began to move slowly in a circle around Katyusha.
Katyusha held her shamshir aloft, her feet dancing nimbly as she followed Kian’s every move.
”By the way, there’s something I’ve been curious about.”
”────What is it?”
Whoosh, whoosh, he swung his falchion erratically, disrupting Katyusha’s rhythm as Kian spoke.
If she was planning to strike without warning, he intended to step back.
But Katyusha, sword at the ready, seemed to be listening intently to his voice.
”Why do you follow Sir Abbas? Ever since the monastery days, you’ve always put Sir Abbas first in everything you do. I’ve always found that strange. ────Are you not a Beastman, taken from your village by Shakerdoust when you were young? Do you not harbor any resentment towards the nation that raised you? Don’t you ever want to return to the settlement where you spent your childhood?”
”Not really… I barely remember my childhood, and I owe them for providing me with food, clothing, shelter, and educatio.”
Katyusha slightly opened her yellow eyes and stretched her foot out, scuffing the sand beside her.
Her canines peeked out from her lips, and a low growl rumbled in her throat.
”Sir Abbas and Zayn have been friends since they were kids. Status, position, wealth──none of that matters. They are both precious companions, dear friends. In my heart, when I think of childhood friends, there’s no one else but those 2. That’s why my homeland is only the Shakerdoust realm. I fight for Sir Abbas, for Shakerdoust, I’ll bear children, and I’ll die for them.”
”That’s quite the dedication.”
”Oh my, do you really think so?”
”What, what do you mean?”
Katyusha lifted the corner of her mouth and flexed her arm muscles with a creak.
”Don’t you understand me? ────Hey, Sir Kian. You’re not planning to use Sir Abbas or Demete to burn Azrael, are you?”
”You tell an interesting joke.”
Even while trying to deceive himself, he felt a rush of excitement that made a huge amount of magic power burst from within him.
It was the magic power he had taken from Natra countless times.
The rhythm of his sword swings changed unconsciously, becoming more fluid.
With each swing, a gust of wind kicked up sand, creating a small cloud.
”You are a pitiful person who has never been loved by your parents or those close to you. In your heart, there are only memories of scorn and neglect. That’s why you don’t know how to love others. A flower raised in hatred blooms in a twisted way, eventually spreading deadly poison to the land. You are a poisonous flower, Sir Kian. A crimson flower that will bring destruction to Azrael in the future.”
”────────”
”Your expression is blank.”
”────”
”Hey?”
”…I don’t need your pity. It makes my skin crawl. Don’t act like you understand me when you know nothing.”
”────!?”
He could feel his expression twisting into something ugly.
He released the life force he had kept inside and forcibly revived the connection with Natra and Rufna, drawing in more and more magic power.
Hatred swelled within him.
Kian felt a rage he couldn’t even comprehend.
Yet, his mind remained calm, plotting the precise way to kill his opponent.
He wouldn’t let them escape.
He had no intention of letting them go──.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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