Oh? Are You Coming Closer? You're Approaching Me Without Running Away?

What a shame. It really is a shame.

Thinking that, I toyed with a black-pearl-like smoke orb in my hand as I watched Sailor before me.

"..."

He was wary of the smoke orb in my hand, refusing to enter the close combat they had wanted so badly.

How did he know? I thought the smoke was flawless.

Should I call it instinct—or a survival instinct?

Anyone could have predicted that my enemies would aim for close combat, even a child.

It was a conclusion I had half led them toward, and since they had watched my fight with Azak, they would naturally assume I specialized in close combat and fight accordingly.

I had been meaning to try out a new technique created with the mana control I had improved through training with Velias.

"Are you not coming?"...