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Using the as a foothold, I kick off it, clad my whole body in Magic bat Style, and also accelerate by using .

It’s no match to the lightning-like acceleration when using , but it should look like Crazy-Eye Togma’s to Schmihazar.

I close the distance to him in no time, and swiftly brandish Murasame. The bluish-green blade heads for Schmihazar’s flank acpanied by a beam-saber-like sound.

“――Fast,” Schmihazar mutters while fixing his posture.

He lifts his reddish right arm greatsword, and tries to parry Murasame with its tip. But, I’m superior when it es to speed, resulting in Murasame slipping past the greatsword.

Murasame’s blade hits Schmihazar flank, immediately cutting through the flesh at his abdomen while melting his orange armor with its bird embroideries alongside a weird sizzling and bubbling sound as the light beam gnaws its way through the body. As if the sound of bones and flesh melting tells a story, I can sense the vibrations of the flesh being torn apart through the hilt, but the feedback is somewhat lacking.

I cancel . Meanwhile, Schmihazar’s skull jolts.

“――Guuuoooaahh!”

He shivers with his lips trembling. And then the abdomen, cut up by Murasame, explodes. At the same time, floods of violet blood and pletely asphalt-colored entrails spill out. He’s roughly 30 meters above the river, but the huge amount of violet blood pours down into the river like a waterfall. It’s so much that it looks as if another river has been created in midair.

Schmihazar continues to spill blood in such a way, but is it a fake? As if using the repulsive force of his own blood gushing out, he retreats while swiftly rotating as if performing a backwards pirouette. The violet blood from his abdomen slashes on his own white hair. The whole spiraling revolution looks like the movement of a punctured, huge balloon, and the violet blood sprays seem like a gigantic pinwheel shooting blood into the vicinity.

Those blood sprays e flying at me in waves. At once, I use the opportunity to partake in the blood. Even if it might actually be poisonous, I judge that blood still remains blood, and thus might bee nourishment for me.

Focusing on the vampiric , I leap off the while spreading my arms to the side, as if carrying out some kind of religious ritual.

The underneath me vanishes. My whole body is basked in waves of violet blood as if I’m receiving a baptism while floating in the air with my posture imitating a cross.

The cold blood seems to tightly squeeze down on my heart. As I begin to fall, I create a new underneath me, landing on it. The blood ing in contact with Murasame evaporates instantly. A sulfuric smell hangs in the air.

Within that short moment, I suck up all of the violet blood. The blood itself smells just like you’d expect blood to smell. While licking my lips, I also take in the blood that splayed on my face, whetting my own thirst. It doesn’t taste like sour summer strawberries or grape juice, but…it does have a fairly rich taste.

I’d call this the Holy munion if only I had bread with me.

『Take it and eat it, as this is my body』

I’m reminded of this part of the Bible’s Matthew Gospel.

Then I Murasame at Schmihazar. The beam saber heads for Schmihazar’s right chest in a straight line. However, before it can pierce into his chest, it’s repelled by his red greatsword.

Schmihazar is in the middle of a slow rotation, but it looks like he’s kept me in sight.

But, the sound as his sword flicked Murasame away felt somewhat viscous. Murasame falls into the river while buzzing. The beam saber emitted from the hilt’s emission muzzle disappears, seemingly withering away back into the muzzle. I guess I’ll obediently pick it back up.

――Using as a foothold, I hold out my right hand towards the falling hilt, and chant, “e, Murasame.”

The hilt flies back to me while whirling around. It’s flight speed gives one the impression of it being forcibly pulled over by the force of a super-conductive magnet.

Murasame’s hilt safely reaches my hand, but I instinctively gaze at it to check whether it has been broken or something. The emission muzzle and the hilt itself are both fine. My fingers and hand haven’t been ruptured either.

I mean it’d be a big deal if you make Riki snap.

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