Hearing the words of the blonde-haired boy who stood before him, Mick made a dumbfounded face unable to believe what he had just heard.
He who had a high rank position within his own organization. How long has it been since he was last insulted like this? He honestly couldn't tell.
Mick stared at Kenta with clear hostility. Even though it was just mere words of a child he had the urged to punish him for his insult.
"Hahaha… it seems your parents were inadequate in teaching you manners." He said as a dangerous glint shone in his eyes.
Kenta kept his silence even while feeling his hostility, if it was the old Kenta, he would definitely be making a grim expression while being overwhelmed by his pressure. However, after he had killed Grayson, his body had gotten a lot stronger to the point that it couldn't be compared with his previous self.
Kenta held his sword firmly and made a stance with his sword. While vigilantly watching the man before him.
Seeing him take a natural stance with his sword Mick sneered through his nose. Before taking out two daggers out of his coat.
"Hah!" In a blink of an eye Kenta's front leg moved forward, he charged at full speed towards Mick before swinging his sword downward. Mick used his two daggers to deflect his broad sword.
However, Kenta wasn't about to stop from just that, he twisted his body 360 degree and swung his sword horizontally.
Clang~
The sound of metal clashing resounded the hallway, as Mick used both his dagger to forcefully stop the sword aiming towards his neck.
"Guh." Mick's face grimaced as he was forced backwards by the recoil. 'What the hell!!! Isn't he just some orphan brat who was living in this place? If so, how is a child so damn strong?'
He wondered internally. Little by little he was forced to step back, a mere child was pushing him into a corner, "Raah!!" Refusing to believe he was being overwhelmed by a child he shouted while frantically thrusting his dagger in his right hand.
Clang~
Kenta's face became sharper as he parried his strike, even he didn't know what had happened to him, but his body felt much stronger. His body felt much faster than it was before. Was he becoming stronger each time he killed? or was the source of his new immense strength coming directly from the sword that had mysteriously appeared before him.
He didn't know. Rather he honestly couldn't care less, if he could become stronger that was all that mattered.
Kenta used a rather extravagant looking stool that had been placed behind him as a foot hold and jumped five feet into the air, using the momentum of his fall to carry the force of his swing, he brought his broad sword downwards.
"Damn brat!!" Mick took a huge step backwards, waiting for the right moment, he then held his right dagger in a backwards holding position. Then he took a step forward before swinging his dagger horizontally. The two weapons drew a beautiful ark before colliding with the other.
Clang~
A loud metallic sound reverberated. The force of the two weapons sends a wave through the hallway.
Boom!! Boom!!! Boom!!!!
Several painting and ornaments then fell to the ground. The chandelier which had been illuminating the narrow hallway shattered into small fragments. The sound of something falling to the ground rang out.
Cling~
Among them a small sound of metal falling to the ground could be heard. Mick's face was subconsciously drawn to the source of the sound, when he discovered the thing that fell his eyes were wide opened. It was a sharp piece of metal which penetrated into the ground.
He then looked at the dagger he had been holding in his hand. The tip of the dagger was cleanly severed from the blade.
"Impossible." He muttered as a look of clear disbelief showed on his face. His dagger was crafted by a great craftsman. It was forged with an object far harder than diamond and yet.
The sword of a small boy was able to cleanly sever it in half without any kind of resistance.
He then gazed at Kenta's sword, the black blade of his broad sword didn't even have a single dent, as though it had never even received a single shred of damage.
"Huh… that was my first time cutting through steel. I'm surprise how easy it was. Well… if a rusty dagger like that was in the hand of a lowlife like you, I guess that dagger probably wasn't worth much." Kenta said with a cold yet calm voice.
"Wh-What did you say? Bastard!!! Don't get carried away!!" Being looked down on by a mere child he finally lost his composure, The mussels in Mick's legs bulged repeatedly as he ran towards Kenta with great speed before vigorously slashing at him with the dagger still in his left hand.
A small smirk then appeared on Kenta's face before his figure had completely vanished from Mick's field of view. "Eh?" Mick raise a confused voice feeling the sensation of his body rising from the ground. Before he could attack, Kenta had swiped his foot from the ground before using the momentum of his own running to launch him ten feet towards the sky.
The Kinetic energy of his own movement send him flying into the direction of one of the only glass windows that was still intact of the hallway.
Crash~
BOOM!!
His body was sent flying outside the mansion with many fragments of broken glass piercing his body. From a fall of approximately 50 meters his body succumbed to the weight of gravity and fell heavily towards the ground with great force.
"Ahhha!!!" A loud scream escapes his mouth as he forcefully closed his eyes in fear.
Boom!!!
A loud sound once again echoed as he fell to the ground in a front position, the ground rumbled as small, cracked form from the place where he had fell.
A stream of blood them began to form from his head as his body convulse a few times before they gradually got weaker and completely stop.
Back inside the mansion Kenta looked at the pitiful state of Mick with his cold ocean blue eyes.
"Hmm… now my body feels even stronger. So, it's just as I thought… I can kill and get stronger."
He quietly muttered.