Cid - Perfect Spacing

Mundane’s body vanishes, and the moment it does…a moment before it does, Annerose swings her sword.

Nobody is in its path yet.

But a second later, that changes.

She’s won!

Mundane appears, and Annerose is certain she’s got him.

Her blade is traveling on an intercept course with his body.

At that speed, dodging is impossible. She’s sure of that.

“What…?”

She gazes at his movement, dumbfounded.

He stops.

It’s as though he planned it ahead of time—right before he enters Annerose’s reach, he halts.

Her sword grazes the tip of his nose as it swings through the empty air.

This is no coincidence.

It is the product of perfect spacing.

It is the product of terrifying foresight.

Annerose thought she’d been timing her counter to match his attack, but that wasn’t what had happened. He had been timing his attack to match her counter.

“I see…”

It’s then that she realizes something.

After that fleeting exchange, she’s certain of it.

Mundane Mann…possesses superlative skill as well.

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Volume 1, Chapter 7