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Chapter 638

Day 130 – Morning, White Weirdo Inn

Blades danced in countless overlapping arcs, swords whirling in the air under the wired manipulation of magic threads, a hundred cutting lines slicing apart. The range was limited, not fully under control, but the storm of slashing blades created turbulence, sweeping in schools like fish.

If I can’t defend, then I’ll carve out a safe zone no one can step into. But the rapid-fire assault of accelerated thought, my brain can’t endure the load of prolonged exchanges. I have to catch my breath or I’ll break!

I thought last night’s pummeling was over, but now all the girls suddenly surrounded me in full equipment. Straight into a chaotic melee, and I have no idea what they’re even saying. Couldn’t they at least hold a proper, coherent conversation? …Whoa!

Blades became wind, a tornado tearing through, and with a single slash they cut open the raging current,