"Haaaaa!!!"
Ha Joon felt a sharp pain swell up within him.
The hand that held the fake Excalibur burned, with lightning sparking around it and eating away at his skin.
"Ha Joon! Your arm, it's…burning…!" Merlin leaned forward, confused as to what she should do.
Even with the way he was screaming, Ha Joon didn't once open his eyes… he kept at it, holding the blade tightly in his grasp…
Until—
Baam!
The blade shot out from his grasp, missing Merlin's face by only a hair's length before it stabbed into the wall behind her.
Meanwhile, Ha Joon's body fell flat to the ground, his hand oozing with steam, leaving the room smelling like roasted meat and failure.
[You have failed to surpass the original.]
[Would you like to try again?]
Ha Joon groaned angrily.
"Damn that stupid sword! It's trying to keep me from touching her, and I'll be damned if I give up so easily! First Heal!"
