"Professor, it looks like you should immediately meet my sister." Noa, who seemed to have merged with this atmosphere, warned him before something worse happened. "Please take this sword with you; I'm sure he will need it."
I received the sword given to me by Noa. It is a single-edged sword with a slightly curved shape, which is typical of swords from this continent. "I'm sure this sword will reach him."
Noa just nodded and invited her mother to leave the campsite, which was starting to become chaotic due to the fire.
I waited to make sure that they had gone to a safer place and then returned to my starting point, stepping on the Oasis ground, which was already filled with chaos.
Among the fierce battles that took place, Amram became the focus of my attention, but it was hindered by the large number of people clashing swords. And I became involved when someone from behind tried to stab my body.
I quickly pulled the sword, which was still wrapped in a sheath, causing a loud sound from the two weapons rubbing together to avoid the attack given. Due to the difference in strength, my body was pulled back several steps.
"Unexpectedly, even though your memory disappeared, your instinct for protection is still very strong, Mr. Alchemist." The man looked at the reflection of his face in a sword, showing his eyes, which were as blue as the afternoon sky. His face was covered by a sheet of cloth, making it difficult for the enemy to read.
His words, which implied several things, made me speechless: "I don't know; I don't know why that is." I tried to provoke his emotions, which succeeded in making him ignite in the end.
He swiftly launched an attack, trying to aim it at my left shoulder, which caused my body to focus more on the weapon from the bottom side to ward off his attack. Giving a turn, the opponent's retreating body pulled me forward to counter the attack.
The first step of the attack came from the right, which caused the screeching of two weapons, and the attacks continued to increase between the two of us. His excellent sword skills made me realize who this man was. At first, I thought maybe he was part of the tribe that started the war. But if that's the case, they have many skilled sword users.
"You have extraordinary sword skills." Praise me for worrying about causing misunderstandings.
"I feel very commendable hearing that." And that's true with the exaggerated rebuttal, "But let's see how long you can keep praising."
"Formed." He said it in a language I couldn't understand.
Surprise and wariness greeted me when I saw several swords in the air. Sorcery: It seems like he created a twist from the creator. Even though I am very sure that magic has been abandoned by many civilizations since the gods never returned,
With his magical abilities, he tried to attack me by aiming the first attack right in front of my face. My eyes widened in surprise. I couldn't help but parry with a vertical movement, causing the sword to be thrown in another direction. Then three more fruits came and attacked me on the shoulder. My body responded to avoid the attacks that happened so quickly.
The attacks continued, with me only being able to parry with one hand to keep up with the speed of the attacks.
If only I could remember some things from the past, my body could reduce this weakness, which is full of gaps. Thinking of a solution to balance the battle, all I got was the option to continue to move forward to defeat the opponent in front of me.
The attack came again randomly and seemed to be deliberately designed to drain my energy. It seemed like he knew me better; he even knew that I had been in a state of exhaustion since I woke up in the desert.
Amid this battle full of gaps, I already knew that they were targeting me as one of their targets, but was it necessary to make someone fight like this? Don't they just need to make me give up, or maybe they are also aiming for something else from me?
I started to feel tired amid this battle that I couldn't keep up with. Several swords started to come at a closer distance to target my legs, which required my body to jump again to dodge. Without waiting to complete the strike, the insects came again, aiming for my neck. A thought came to mind just to prove what was in thought, when I hit the ground, my body acted not to give the attack back.
The sword in my hand fell to the ground, and the airflow that was being exerted on me suddenly stopped. The expression on his face certainly became sharper when he saw this scene, coupled with the fact that both of my hands were raised as proof that "I surrender."
"Tsk." The annoyance that was visible in his eyes was amidst the attack that stopped right at the opponent's neck. A smile that was so clear in his eyes seemed to mock him triumphantly.
The weapon was eventually withdrawn by his mind, to the point where the alchemist was unable to even notice its existence. "It was truly unexpected that you didn't attack me." Provocative sentences are made in front of that face just to confuse the emotions he has. But unfortunately, the calmness in those eyeballs is so clear that you just wait for a wave to hit you.
The alchemist quickly pulled out the sword that was stuck in the ground and threw it to find out that the weapon he was carrying was thrown in another direction by his enemy's sword. But now the next insect came to hit his enemy's back.
The man turned around to block the insect. The impact between the swords caused a screeching sound from the pushing force that occurred. His two eyes looked into his opponent's face, which was spreading strands of red. His smiling face, full of thirst for death, merged into his shrinking yellow eyeballs.
The gaze that seemed as if it would swallow him alive restrained his body, which ended up being thrown backwards. Without having to wait long, the sword that knows who its master is is pulled by the push of two magnetic poles.
He attacked again within a few meters between them. To prevent close combat from occurring, the enemy again took out his sword in the air and flew it towards Amram. With his nimble movements in his yellow eyes, which were clever at determining enemy attacks, he moved forward well.
The impact of the sword made by magic met his own; he grabbed the middle of the sword in the friction of the two weapons, pushing it, causing the sword to be thrown to the other side. The attack came from another direction; the rapid movement of the weapon made his left arm move to stop the speed of the sword and bring it down.
Other sword projections came, but as if they had become accustomed to this battle, the weapons made from divine bends were thrown in various directions. His now unstoppable body moved forward to kill the enemy and muttered, "Let's finish the battle of the past, my brother."