Moreover... if even the captain can't tackle this opponent, can one hope for victory by sending someone slightly weaker?
In the past, he never imagined being overwhelmed by a kid more than ten years younger than him.
Hongo Taikou and Uesugi Sakura were constantly entangled in a fierce battle, their swords clashing repeatedly, sometimes with sword bodies pressing against each other, sometimes crossing paths in error.
Then suddenly,
Uesugi Sakura's overhead strike came swiftly and unexpectedly.
It was a feint.
The vigilant Hongo Taikou noticed his footwork, not fully concentrating on defending his face, but instead focusing on parts of his torso.
Just as expected.
Uesugi Sakura's stance swiftly shifted from an upper position to a mid-position, slicing down, then pulling up sharply in retaliation.
This movement, the look in his eyes behind the mask, was quite enchanting with the Sword Dao allure.
Hongo Taikou had to admit.
So precise!
This young man!
