“The way you think what I said was flattery is exactly what I mean by a slack personality! …meow,” she said right after swinging her stick. Or rather, it was a sword that she had swung. In an instant, her swing closed the distance between them, and descended onto Nanami’s shoulder. The scientifically dubious existence of a shock wave did not even bear consideration. The stick itself split Nanami into two—or at least, it should have.

“Kyotouryuu: Dandelion.”

Nanami neither dodged nor blocked the attack, but instead completely ignored it as she struck Kokken’s abdomen with her finger. Kokken was humiliated. It was as if Nanami had not acknowledged her slash as a threat or even as an act of combat, and considered it worthy of no more than a single finger in afterthought.

She may as well have said, “That’s just a stick.”

No, she actually did say it. She smiled sinisterly, more heinously than a human, much less a child, should be capable of smiling. Then she, she dealt a blow to Kokken’s chest using the greatest sword style Kyotouryuu, whose swordless practitioners wielded their bodies as swords. This was the first time anyone had hit Kokken, and as a result…

“Guheow!”

“O-ow. I must have jammed my finger,” said Nanami as she took a step back. She appeared to landed the blow, but due to the headwind it was difficult to tell. But Kokken was surprised enough to drop her stick. This was also the first time she had been surprised twice in the same day.

“W-what was that, meow?”

Kyotou Yasuri Chapter 7