When the image reflected in the mirror resembles me.
But when it is clearly a different existence from me, humans feel discomfort. I hadn’t understood the prickly attitude of ‘me’ from the future until now, but now it seemed I could understand.
To face the past requires resolve.
That was the fact I had just realized. While leaving another gash on the charging man’s body.
Not even the sound of flesh being sliced was made. In the world of supersonic speed, the process isn’t important. Only the result remains, visually realized.
Splash, the bursting blood.
Naturally, it wasn’t my blood. Already countless bleedings, with sword scars not only on the torso but also on the limbs, yet the man with golden eyes never stopped getting up.
Indeed, it made me think he was truly me from that time. Glaring at me until the end, that attempt to deflect my sword.
He must be aiming for ‘Refraction.’
Of course, there was no way I’d fall for it. A swordsman as experienced in real combat as me could detect even the slightest sign.
Then, suddenly, I thought.
Why am I so anxious?
“How about we stop now.”
While steadying my breathing that was about to become rough, I said that.
The fallen man couldn’t even breathe properly due to my kick. Come to think of it, it was a natural outcome.
The me from that time was a brat who couldn’t even handle aura properly.
Having mastered all sorts of visions, with combat power ranking among the top even among high experts, there was no way he…