The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 30

Chapter 30: The Sword of Desperation

“‘Flying Swallow’ is… a sword technique of divine speed that Father developed after extensive training. It’s not a technique that can be used just by imitation. Why are you using it!”

Ameri’s scream echoed across the high ground, as if her suppressed emotions had burst forth.

“…The Chaos Crusader contains the souls of countless warriors, including the soul of Kunou.”

Ameri’s eyes widened as she recognized the sword that took the form of Kunou’s soul.

“I’m merely fighting alongside Kunou. That’s all there is to it.”

“…Why?”

Ameri murmured, her grip on the sword tightening.

“Why did Father… give it to you? That technique was supposed to be passed on to me, I was supposed to inherit it…”

The light in Ameri’s eyes wavered, reflecting the turmoil within her heart.

…I understand that emotion, and the pain of carrying it.

“Ameri, you cannot avenge Kunou.”

“!?”

“On top of that, you can’t even master ‘Flying Swallow’ with your current state.”

That’s why it’s necessary to let out that uncontrollable emotion.

“…What do you understand?”

Ameri glared at me with intense anger in her eyes, then shouted in frustration.

“You outsider! What do you understand, using Father’s soul!”

I braced against the anger being directed at me and prepared my sword, then calmly said:

“If you don’t like it, try striking me with a single blow. If you do, I’ll retract what I said earlier.”

“…!”

The sound of Ameri’s teeth grinding was audible as she pulled out her sword and charged.

I stepped back to avoid the downward slash, deflected the thrust aimed at my throat with a side strike, and hit Ameri’s abdomen with the sheath.

“Cough… Ah!”

Despite retreating, Ameri immediately advanced and swung a diagonal cut. I deflected it with the sheath, but the blade flipped and came from below.

I rolled to the side to avoid the approaching blade, then a downward slash came. I jumped to evade it but had to block a downward strike with the sword as I landed.

“…It’s a fierce and strong sword, but…”

I rotated the blade to redirect it and thrust the pommel into Ameri’s abdomen. She pressed on her abdomen and knelt.

“There’s no defense. You should have learned defensive movements, right? You’ve abandoned them and focused solely on attack.”

“…If I defend, I can’t defeat the enemy!”

Ameri, gripping her sword again, attacked with a series of rapid strikes rather than powerful blows, shifting her strategy to quick strikes with smaller swings.

I avoided, deflected, and parried her approaching flurry of attacks calmly.

“Why aren’t you drawing it!?”

“There’s no need to draw it.”

As Ameri gritted her teeth and tried to strike me, I stepped in and placed the sheath against her supporting leg.

“Ah!?”

Ameri lost her balance, rolling and falling on her back as I pointed the sheath at her face.

“Is this your limit?”

Ameri, turning her body, avoided my sweeping kick, and as I stepped back, she sheathed her sword and lowered her stance.

Iaijutsu… a technique specific to the sword and one that Kunou excelled in.