The unchanging flow was suddenly disturbed, but the result was…
Klang!
Damian's sword was sent flying just like it happened three days ago!
'Again.'
Rather than be surprised, Kei now had a solemn expression on his face. Although it all seemed very similar to what happened at the very start of their sparring practice, things were completely different.
This time, the heavy wave of bloodlust didn't take him by surprise. Instead, the attack itself did. Even though it was a dull blade, the entirety of Kei's consciousness believed that he would die if he received that attack.
As such, he could only forget about the limitations he set for himself and go all-out. Now that he recalled that instance, it felt a lot less scary, but Kei was still somehow relieved that he didn't receive that attack.
'Am I too sensitive?'