One of the flowers drifted over to me and I picked it up, sniffing it a little. I could feel the throbbing mana inside flowing into me, restoring my strength considerably.
I was right. Miura had a tremendous amount of mana, despite having expended a significant amount of it during our battle. It was more than enough to replenish my own exhausted reserves and last me for another couple of rounds.
"Thanks, I really appreciate it."
I watched as the flower faded away atop my palm, slowly disappearing into the night, and closed my eyes briefly.
"This isn't fair…"
I glanced at my fallen opponent. Miura was lying on the ground, sprawled on all fours. She was looking up at me, perspiration pouring down her ghastly white face. Her long, black hair was soaked in sweat.
"It isn't fair…to think that you were hiding something this amazing…"
Uh…why did this dialogue sound so familiar?
"Let me guess…that's your ultimate technique…Bankai, was it?"
