Shibahime and I faced each other at the center of the clubroom, gripping our wooden swords firmly, tips pointed directly at our opponent.
"Ten thousand strikes, bundled into a single slash. My secret technique—"
"Stop making speeches and just swing your sword. Trying to give your opponent secondhand embarrassment is downright dirty."
"It's cool though, right?" I muttered.
It was clear—this girl and I just didn't get along.
It was time to teach her a lesson.
"I won't go easy on you, Shibahime."
"I'd suggest not letting your mouth run wild. Do you even know who you're talking to?"
Here we go.
"The essence of Akaya-style swordsmanship is distance control! First form: Swallow Cut!"
