How Was I, Honey? I Did Well, Right?

One round lasted three minutes.

After a fierce exchange, the bell announcing the end of the second round rang out: ding-.

“Round two over! Score 12 to 9, Kara leads!”

At Professor Sword’s shout, the two fighters increased the distance between them.

Kairen planted his wooden sword on the floor like a cane and panted heavily.

“Haa... haa...”

His entire body was drenched in sweat, and the veins standing out on the backs of his hands were trembling faintly.

Kara, meanwhile, had only a light sheen of sweat on her forehead and was still casually rolling her neck with a languid, relaxed air.

‘This is impossible...’

Kairen blinked through his sweat-laden lashes and faced the reality before him...