Even if I'm going to lose, I won't give up.
Right now, my sword and Big Brother Fukuro's sword are clashing heavily. I'm slightly out of breath, attacking him from above. However, he's blocking it easily—using one hand while smiling at me.
"Tch!"
I press down hard on the sword I'm holding, using the opportunity to shift my body's axis, jumping over him. My body spins, landing perfectly I turn around just as his attack comes swiftly. Without a word, I dodge to the side. Big Brother's sword slams into the concrete floor, shattering it on impact. I swallow hard as I stare at him, and he glares back at me.
I have to think of something.
I take a few steps back, creating distance between us. He tries to lift his two-bladed wooden sword, placing it on his back. He tilts his head quickly, creating the distinctive sound of nitrogen gas bubbles popping from within. He smiles at me—leading to a wide grin.
