[Author note: from here the point of view changes to 3rd person]
"Ayamiii..." Fuyuki softly called out to Ayami who was on top of him, "Ayaaaammmmiii!!"
Ayami didn't respond at all, "Will Ayami die protecting me?" Fuyuki thought who woke up while hugging Ayami tightly.
"Uukkkh-" Before he could contain the pain in his body, the knife the mysterious man was holding was flying about to stab Fuyuki.
Fuyuki rolled off the bed avoiding the knife, he fell off the bed and was cornered under the bedroom window with Ayami's body covered in blood from the stab wound he was holding tightly to.
"You-"
The mysterious man chuckled seeing Fuyuki cornered with a pained face. Then he pulled out the knife that had landed on his bed.
In Fuyuki's heart, "From his movements, he is not the one who attacked me yesterday."
"...."
Fuyuki started to ponder and strategize, however-
'Cough, cough, cough, cough'
"Shit looks like I'm still sick-"
Fuyuki calmed his mind, regained his concentration, and focused on devising a battle strategy.
Within seconds, "This time I'm going to be serious."
Fuyuki tried to unseal his power.
"Hohoho, that's great." The mysterious man said in a disdainful tone. "I've been waiting for you to duel me."
"...?"
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Meanwhile downstairs, "Looks like it's noisy upstairs." Iori said while feeling an uneasy presence.
"What is it?" An analysis woman began to look up at the stairs in front of her, "Let's check." He said as he stepped quietly upstairs.
"Okay." Iori walked behind the analyst.
You can see the door to Ayami's room just opened...
They immediately headed for the origin of the noise and, they were silent in front of the bedroom door speechless watching these two spiritual power users fighting.
"Where is your boss?" the analyst asked Iori.
"He's the one cornered over there," Iori whispered while bringing his mouth close to the woman's ear.
"...."
"...?"
"Didn't I come here to be an analyst for the company, huh?"
"Yes but-"
"It seems your boss is a high-level power user."
"Uh, you know that?"
"No, if you feel it up close, you can feel the difference in strength."
"Soon, the seal that binds his body will be broken." A woman analyst thought with a serious look at Fuyuki.
"Damn, if Mr. Matsuda uses all his strength... he will DIE!!" thought Iori who then slowly walked into the bedroom door.
The mysterious man immediately turned his head and then pointed a knife at Iori.
"Oh, there's a fly in the trap, it turns out."
"Trap?" In the heart of an analyst while asking in surprise.
"...."
"Iori-san, please don't come here."
"No! (Iori argues) I won't let you use all that ability! If you use it then you will-"
"Never mind, don't interfere in this fight between the two of us." Fuyuki snapped while telling Iori to leave him.
"WHAT DO YOU SAY!?" Iori shouted in an angry tone, "IF YOU DIE WHAT WILL THIS MIYAMOTO COMPANY FATE?"
"...."
"O-oh, that's right." Fuyuki lowered his head glumly as he narrowed his eyes and reduced the pressure of the spiritual energy that was emitted.
Meanwhile, the mysterious man looks confused when he is about to attack Iori with a knife.
"It seems that this person has much lower spiritual ability than Mr. Matsuda." In an analyst's heart while analyzing the situation, "I am also a spiritual power user so...."
"Oi, that person in the corner over there!" This woman's talk is very disrespectful to Iori's boss.
"...."
"Is it true that you hired me?"
"...." Fuyuki looked down silently not knowing what else to do.
"I came from Naniwa here, I thought the person who hired me was handsome, strong, and dashing. Eh, it turns out that only a weak man is sitting hugging a woman so glumly."
"...."
"Is provoking him like this not enough? Could it be that he is still reluctant to let go of the girl from his body?" This woman thought while strategizing for him.
"Oi, you over there-"
"Oi naughty woman, you are noisy!" This woman's nagging was interrupted by the mysterious man.
"Tch." Fuyuki placed Ayami nearby.
With a slight stagger, Fuyuki forced himself to his feet and re-emphasized his spiritual power. He opened the seal and drew the spiritual spirit sword from within his chest.
"Tch." Fuyuki snorted.
My body still hurts, but… at least he who was trying to protect me isn't dead.
"Ayami...." Fuyuki looked at Ayami who was lying weakly nearby.
"Her breathing and pulse are weak, Ayami should get first aid. Maybe that analyst...." Fuyuki thought to an analytical woman, that maybe apart from analyzing battles, he must be good at medicine.
I hope my guess is... correct!
"Finally he rose" In the heart of an analyst with his flirtatious smile.
Hiyori turned to him, and thought "What is this woman thinking!?"
....
"...."
"Thank you for taking care of me, taking care of me, and not leaving me," he muttered, smiling bitterly at Ayami who had fought to protect him. "Thank you for loving me." He said firmly as he tightly gripped the hilt of the spirit sword with both hands.
"At least through this fight, I can avenge your pain for loving me."
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