"Here I go…!"
Testarossa moved first.
Softly. Light footsteps rang on the stage.
Not sharpness, but an acceleration that slid gently.
Yet that one step was certainly for closing the distance.
"Hmph…"
Rigel did not move.
He only moved his eyes slightly and caught the approaching girl's movement.
The stance with the strength gone from it looked unguarded, but that did not mean he lacked tension.
Rather, that quiet itself was alien.
An uncanny silence wrapped his whole body.
Testarossa's fist extended.
In an instant, air like steel tautened around Rigel.
The silver gauntlet reflected sunlight and aimed straight at his chest.
But.
Rigel still did not move.
He neither evaded nor received. He only stood there.
"…!"
The fist stopped just short.
Testarossa immediately leapt back and retreated two steps, three steps.
A little sweat beaded on the brow of her who exhaled lightly.
The audience seats began to stir.
