While Eugeo maintained his hold, a third cry of surprise
escaped from Bercouli. The boiling hot water in the bath just
several minutes ago had turned into cold water on the verge of
freezing without his notice. His amazement was only natural.

While holding down the giant, who tried to stand, with his left
hand, Eugeo searched the bottom of the bath with his right. I
should have thrown it around—

Aided by half by his accurate calculations and half by good
fortune, his fingertips touched the grip of his familiar, beloved
sword.

(Alicization Dividing, 111)