Cid - Backpedaling

“This is true power! This is true strength!!” Grease starts to accelerate, slashing his weapon through the air, even as blood spouts from his body.

He appears as a flash of scarlet light.

Ebony and crimson—the two colors clash, causing the one in black to get slung back and the one in red to spew fresh blood.

Their battle is too quick for the human eye to catch, and the afterimage of crimson and the backward movements of ebony are the only indicators of something uncanny in the making.

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“Why…why can’t I hit you…?”

The boy in black hasn’t changed from the beginning of the fight. He’s barely unleashed any magic or moved on his own accord, instead choosing to go with the flow and let Grease fling him around. It’s as if he’s a fallen leaf swept away in a rapid stream.

Except he’s not completely passive. He uses the momentum of these blows to land a direct hit—without seeming showy or expending any unnecessary energy.

It’s natural. As if it’s supposed to happen.

“Terrible,” states the boy in black, staring down Grease and looking as if he can read his thoughts.

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Volume 1, Chapter 1