From the start of the duel until now, nearly twenty minutes have passed.
Wearing full armor and engaging in high-intensity sword fighting for twenty minutes... Such intense activity is enough to impose a tremendous burden on the body.
Aoto's breathing had already become so rapid that he needed to open his mouth wide to intake enough air to barely meet his body's current oxygen demand.
Watching Aoto whose shoulders and chest were heaving violently due to exhaustion, yet who still stared at him with fiery eyes, Chiba Eijiro remained composed.
"Even though you are utterly defenseless against my attacks, you seem surprisingly undismayed," he said.
It was rare for Chiba Eijiro to feel a trace of curiosity towards someone who, despite being beaten so severely, still maintained such high fighting spirit.
Feeling dejected... When Aoto heard this word from Chiba Eijiro, a faint smile of indifference surfaced on his face.
