"You can't win," Godfrey said. The thought of killing Ken did a lot of damage to his already unstable mind, and all of that rage was directed at Mrs. Fukushima.
"You don't know that. You're strong, but so am I." Ken drew his katana.
Asahi descended from his mount and drew his own katana.
"I'll be fighting with my all. I've never had to go all out. I've never truly known my limits since all I've learnt is restraint. Will you be able to bear it?"
Godfrey held his longsword, its tip facing the sky as he spread his legs to support his stance. Ken surpassed him in agility and reaction speed, and he would definitely move around faster than him, who donned Imperial.
Imperial wasn't exactly light.
"Let's find out," he said. 'This is my last tribute.'
Ken shot forward. He was like a blur. In the next instant, he was above Godfrey, swinging his katana downward.
Meanwhile, Asahi charged, unleashing a horizontal slash.
