Aika closed the distance between her and the demon in a blur.
She had her katana, which was now covered in black flames, held to the side with both hands as she mentally prepared to strike him with a vertical slash across his chest.
But truth be told, her heart was racing wildly because even from the moment she had chosen to fight, she wasn't sure that she would win.
This was the first time she had ever felt this way. This was the first time that she was going into a battle with fear, hesitation, and doubt in her heart.
As one who had always prided herself on being able to find her opponent's weak spots given enough time, she was completely unsettled, because as she looked at the being in front of her, she couldn't find any weaknesses.
Yet despite that, she gritted her teeth, closed the distance, and slashed her blade upwards with everything she had.
However, the demon had leapt back effortlessly, avoiding the blade by a mere hair's breadth.
