Cid - Uppercut

However, John Smith just stands motionless and sighs.

“At the end of the day, it’s just steel…,” he murmurs uninterestedly as he fixes his gaze on Gettan’s onrushing form.

Then…they meet.

John Smith evades Gettan’s ferocious blow by taking a step forward and bending one knee. The longsword grazes his cheek, taking a tuft of black hair with it.

The dodge used only the bare minimum movement required.

The step was short and quick.

As such, he was able to perform them in one ideal, fluid motion.

In other words…it’s an act of martial perfection.

“What?!”

As Gettan’s eyes go wide with shock, John Smith’s elbow collides with his jaw.

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Volume 3, Epilogue