I knew from the moment I saw the elite-ranked swordsman's statistics that this was going to be a tough nut to crack.
What I didn't anticipate was the sheer disparity in skill between us.
Barely able to keep up with him? Scratch that.
I don't think I'm keeping up at all.
If I'm honest, I suspect Laden is deliberately moving at just the right speed for me to react.
He's holding back.
That much is clear.
Why, though? That's the question that keeps nagging at me.
I mean, let's be real—he's an elite swordsman, someone who's mastered the art of combat, while I'm just an ordinary human suddenly thrust into an era of swords and magical properties—or as they call it here, forger property.
Initially, I planned to rely on my enhanced physical state and ocular abilities to keep up with his movements.
Half of my strategy was just to stall, to buy time before I could put the real plan into motion.
