It was an unbelievable dodge. Kazuto had released his left hand from the handle, and drew it towards his body. Was that even possible? Targeted at Suguha, taken aback with surprise, the shinai held by Kirito’s right hand alone rushed in. Confounded, she frantically dodged. By the time the two swapped positions, having turned around to face each other as they kept a distance again, Suguha’s consciousness had changed completely. A pleasant tension filled her entire body, as though her blood was boiling. This time, it was Suguha’s turn to strike. Her forte, a forearm strike— But this time as well, Kazuto cleanly evaded that. He pulled his arms back, twisted his body, and allowed Suguha’s shinai to slide past with a paper-thin gap. Suguha was dumbfounded. Her high-speed strikes were well-acclaimed even within the club, and she had no recollection of a scene with someone managing to clearly dodge all of her consecutive attacks. Getting serious, Suguha began a fierce assault. She drove the tip of the shinai in continuously, striking faster than one could breathe. But Kazuto kept on dodging and dodging. The unfaltering movement of his eyes made it seem like he had already fully grasped the movement of Suguha’s shinai. Irritated, Suguha forcibly closed the distance and locked her shinai against Kazuto’s. Against Suguha’s well-trained legs and torso, Kazuto began to stagger under the overwhelming pressure. Without letting him escape, Suguha seized the moment to launch a finishing blow directly toward Kazuto’s head. “Men!!” ‘Ah’, Suguha finally realized a moment too late. She didn’t hold back at all on her attack, and it crashed fiercely into the metal grill on