"Hmm, let me try the blade too."
The homebody witch looked at the simple sword embryo in her hand, then at the Sword of Martial Soul thousands of meters long above her head, her eyes also eager to try.
Hmm, she was beginning to understand the feelings of those martial fanatics.
With a treasured sword in hand, if you don't find something to chop and vent your emotions, you'd really feel stifled.
Fortunately, the Minamoto no Yorimitsu opposite was indeed a pure martial fanatic. If it were someone else faced with this situation, they might have thought about retreating due to the perceived difficulty, but this Ghost Warrior had no intention of retreating. On the contrary, as she faced stronger opponents, an even more intense fighting spirit erupted in her eyes.
And the Demon Blade Maple in her hand was even more frenzied at this time.
"Lord Shuten, is it Lord Shuten? My lord, have you finally thought of me? Do you finally want to settle scores with me?"
