Volume 3 Chapter 129 Quest： Nameless Ashura II
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Kian stood ready. He held the Misty Magic Sword in his right hand, pointing it forward. In his left hand, he held the Windsong Blade behind him.
Across from him was Linca. She had returned to normal because of the Restoration Curse.
Her haori was now bright red. She no longer wore the black leather gloves. Besides that, she looked almost the same as before.
But her heart was still broken.
She looked at Kian with strong eyes, but her face showed fear and confusion. Her moves were easier to guess now.
If she was calm, she would use many small attacks to slowly win. But now, her mind was not clear. She could not plan or think well.
She had pointed her sword at her master.
She worried about her family.
She was scared after being hit by Kian’s Misty Magic Sword.
Her body still moved from habit, even though her mind was full of fear. But that was all she could do now.
(Glasses, how many times can the enemy still use the Restoration Curse?)
Kian and Linca were both strong. One wrong move could mean death.
In the narrow hallway, they stared at each other. Each one was checking the other’s reach.
’That woman has a special body. Her blood is full of strong magic. If she recorded her body’s healing magic and set it to activate on its own, it could work as long as she has magic power left.’
(The curse is likely from the tool Jibril gave her. I don’t see signs that it’s built into her body.)
Kian looked at Linca’s chest, where her body had been cut earlier. A gold necklace hung there, looking weaker now. The thorn-like designs on the chain broke apart and turned into black ash.
”That must be it,” Kian said softly.
He also had a ring from Aliona that held the Restoration Curse. It was probably the only one of its kind.
Aliona didn’t give him a second one, even when he used it. Maybe the materials were too rare, or the spell too hard for even Aliona to copy. It wasn’t something easy to get again.
(Jibril said the curse has a limited number of uses.)
She said she’d “save” it for the plan after retaking Barghest. That means it’s not something they can just use over and over.
So, five or six uses? Not likely.
They would use it only when really needed—when the chance of winning was clear. But still, Kian couldn’t relax just because it was used once.
He had to be careful. If Linca came back again, she might attack without warning.
’Linca, what are you afraid of?’
Jibril’s voice came from Linca’s chest. She didn’t notice it because her white cloak and her large chest blocked the tool.
Maybe it was a rare item brought by Ozeas for the Storm Herd.
In any case, if the necklace was broken, Jibril’s voice would not reach her anymore.
”I’m not afraid.”
’You know how scary my anger is. I won’t forgive more mistakes. Prove to me you’re still useful.’
”……”
When she heard the word *useful*, Linca’s eyes looked sad.
But she quickly focused again. She set her legs and changed her stance.
She was ready to fight.
Her face was pale, but her eyes burned with purpose.
’Kian, are you ready?’
(No problem. Everything’s going as planned.)
Linca was good at fighting without weapons.
But hand-to-hand was too risky against someone with a sword—unless she used *Penetration*, which let her ignore attacks.
That skill was the core of her style. Without it, she was weaker.
Kian had reach. The Misty Magic Sword, added with his arm’s length, gave him a range over 1.4 meters. Linca’s range? Less than 1 meter.
She was about 170 cm tall, so the length from her center to her step was maybe 85 cm at most.
So if they rushed at each other, Kian’s sword would hit first.
If the enemy was weak, maybe she could dodge or knock them away. But against Kian? A master with over 15 years of training? Not possible.
Kian would not allow any tricks.
(Once I use the Misty Magic Sword, the match will shift. I’m the worst kind of enemy for her.)
Her sword style, Azrael’s Dance, was made to break through defense fast. But Kian’s sword cut through magic and didn’t need defense.
Her style was “hit before you’re hit.” But if she couldn’t avoid it, she had no backup.
To win, she needed a clever plan. A trick. A perfect moment.
(But could she do that now, with her mind this shaken?)
Kian stood still, watching her.
If she could win like this, it would be amazing.
But if he died now, he wouldn’t regret it. He was a man who lived for the sword.
”────”
”────”
Both fighters focused.
Linca stretched her right hand forward, pulling her left hand back like a bowstring.
Kian turned sideways, aiming the Misty Magic Sword straight at her.
”────!”
Linca dashed forward. She used a fast step style from the East called *Shukuchi*.
As she jumped in, Kian stepped back and swung his sword sideways.
’A shadow…!?’
The swing hit nothing. Linca’s body faded into black mist.
She had vanished from behind the shadow.
Suddenly, she reappeared behind Kian and punched toward his neck with her left hand──
”…Just kidding.”
”U—”
But Kian had already seen it coming.
He guessed she would try this: fake a shadow, wait for him to swing, and then teleport behind for a sneak attack.
He had practiced that plan many times when working with Wing Cain.
Kian stopped his swing midway, flipped the sword, and thrust it backward.
Linca’s punch missed, barely cutting some hair.
But Kian’s sword stabbed deep into her exposed belly.
”Kuh.”
Linca groaned and stepped back, bleeding badly. The wound looked serious—an artery, maybe.
Kian turned, lifting the sword high to finish it.
Linca quickly pulled out her Shamshir and used *Penetration* to slide a few centimeters back.
The Misty Magic Sword came down—
It didn’t even clash with the Shamshir.
It cut through her technique and sliced off her right arm below the elbow.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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