In the narrow alley.
A young man with a pair of beast ears tightly gripped the antique longsword embedded with a red gem in his hand and charged at the enemy wielding a firearm.
This must be a very rare treasure.
The gunman silently thought, then without hesitation fired again. Infused with the magic power from his body, three bullets erupted with an orange flame from the muzzle, cutting through the air, aimed at his opponent.
But this young swordsman, seemingly from the Middle Ages, with his silvery-white antique longsword, at this moment, swung the sword across.
Immediately, with a clang, he split each rapidly incoming bullet in half from the center.
Losa stood with his sword, his expression calm.
The world hasn't changed, sir!
A hint of surprise flashed in the opponent's golden vertical pupils. He had seen people dodge bullets, but never anyone who could slice them with a sword.
Aren't you just a corner point, a pawn exploring the path?
In the midst of astonishment,
