“Leeethe! Let’s be friends!”

Her reply was a slash, downhill from the top. A sword raised from the ground, adding strikes with each blow.

She twisted her body as she sliced.

Puk Puck deduced each of them one by one. The flowing stroking motion, she smoothly followed it, like a ballroom dance, she could avoid the attacks if she followed her partner’s movements.

Magical Girl Raising Project: QUEENS, Chapter 8