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The hulking beast stood mere meters from the boy. A simple swing of it's sword would be enough to cut him in half... No, a swing from such a massive weapon would crush him instantly. The monster looked at him with nothing but killing intent in it's eyes. The first hit would be to kill, and that very hit would be the end of him.

But the boy, through his glasses, gave a dismissive look. Most people would be terrified at the prospect of losing their lives. But he danced with death at all times. He saw death everywhere he went, at any moment of the day. Death was just a part of his life. If he were to die here, he would only have to accept that fact...

No, that isn't it...

He just wasn't afraid. Because he wasn't gonna die here.

He wasn't just being stubborn. It was confidence.

His breathing was calm. His stance was firm. His look was defiant. He only had a knife in hand, and it was all that he needed.

He tossed aside his glasses. A sharp pain immediately permeated his head. Too much information to process. A few seconds more of this, and his brain will stop working. That is, if his head doesn't suddenly explode from the effort of simply looking at his opponent.

Time stopped.

The beast lifted it's weapon, ready to swing at the boy, who stood calmly in his spot.

In less than a second, that weapon would touch the ground, and everything in between would be gone from this world.

The boy spoke.

"Don't get carried away, monster..."

Almost mechanically, like his moves had been programmed into him from birth, his hand began to move with absolute precision through each of the "lines".

It was faster than any living being could possibly comprehend. Only those who fell to that knife would understand that sensation. And they'd remember it vividly on the other world.

It was faster than even godspeed...

The knife cut through Berserker like butter.

There was no effort.

There was no power.

There was no grace.

It was only death.

Shiki just killed a servant.