Responsibility

Two meters... one meter... half a meter... The woman stopped her footsteps. But just when she raised her dagger, her face was heavily scratched by something. Immediately after, several creatures surrounded by spooky atmospheres pounced on her. She was greatly frightened and desperately stabbed her dagger around.

Just then, Han Jin got down on one knee and dodged the dagger. Both of his hands gripped the hilt of his sword and thrust it backward into the woman's chest.

"Agh..." The woman let out a mournful cry.

Han Jin was right. She was well-maintained. By 'well-maintained', he meant that she must have lived a very comfortable and privileged life. Even though she reacted and struck very quickly, she was clearly not in her prime. If hard exercise improved one's skill, a relaxed and comfortable life could do the opposite.