But no matter how you put it, this little guy is just a little witch with magic power of no more than fifty thousand mana; Oiran Ibuki wouldn't truly lower herself to seriously bicker with a little one.
After all, she is a professional oiran, and her composure is just as professional.
And then...
"Why does a centenarian old hag have to act so coy? Besides, Miss Ibuki, you can fool others, but you can't fool me. No matter how charming your smile, it can't hide the increasingly brutal fire in your heart. Have you suffered some grievance and are yearning for revenge? Although I don't know what big plan you're up to, it doesn't matter. Today, I just want to have a good fight with you."
"Today, we must exchange a few moves. Why don't you come down now and let's have a literary duel, only comparing swordsmanship, not strength. Or else, I'll have a martial duel, but then you might have to show your true skills, and it wouldn't be good if others saw through it at that time."
