“…Haah!!”

A short yell. A cloud of dust whirled up from beneath her right
foot, dug firmly onto the ground, like some sort of explosion.

It had been a while since she swung an actual sword, but
fortunately, she had yet to forget her techniques. The horizontal
slash from the left in the same motion as drawing it from its
sheath ran through the air like black lightning.

The surrounding men appeared to have been unable to follow the
slash itself. Even as Alice rose up from her final posture, with the
sword swung completely to the right in front of her, they
continued scowling questioningly.

There was no more than the meager notch made by the men on
the platinum oak’s smooth bark; it had suffered no other
damage—or so it appeared.

A “Whaat, she missed?” eventually came from somebody and a
number of them laughed. Alice glanced at the person to whom that
voice belonged to and spoke as she sheathed the sword.

“It will be falling that way.”

“Hah? The heck are you…”

The man’s two eyes opened wide with shock upon getting to that
point in his words. He saw the platinum oak’s trunk slowly begin
to tilt. A scream grew from him and those around him as they ran
behind.

The huge tree fell with a terrific tremor where the men were until
three seconds ago.

Alice moved to the front of the stump as she warded off the rising
thick cloud of dust with her right hand. Fine tree rings were
clearly visible on the newly-made cross-section and shone as
though it was polished, but a single section on the edge was
slightly frayed.

(Alicization Invading, 58)