Speed 9 Volume 9

In the moment that Izayoi committed himself to the minigame's oath and took his first step forward—

*Shuu!*

The tip of a sword narrowly missed his nose.

"—Hm?!"

By the time that he noted the image of the sword, his upper torso was already leaning back.
His body had responded earlier than his consciousness from his perception.
What Izayoi's vision had noted was just a minor twitch of that masked female's hand for just an instant.