The First Letter (65)

A silver flash split the instant and surged forward. The handaxe in my grip carved a brutally simple arc. I was making the most of the advantage of surprise.

Senior Olmar looked somewhat flustered. Even so, his response was swift.

One of the handaxes flying through the air landed in his hand. Then he delivered a thrilling downward slash. He had not gained enough height to put much force behind it, but that only made it faster.

It was the best he could do to block my already-launched strike: grasping the weapon closest to the path my handaxe was tracing.

With a thunderous boom, an explosive crash erupted. It was a terrifying collision. Senior Elsie, standing beside me, stared open-mouthed in shock.

Her sapphire-blue eyes stared blankly at me. Her gaze seemed to ask me,

“Was he insane?”

But if we were going to test our handaxe skills, this was the only answer. Honestly, what skill was there in juggling handaxes, anyway?

Senior Olmar possessed a sturdy physique that did justice to his solid muscles. Even so, I had practically launched that blow at him, yet he had barely moved. That meant the impact had not been very great.

As expected, I was inferior when it came to mana capacity. That left only one answer: somehow take advantage of the unexpected in the short term...