Shadow Slave

Chapter 1708

Rain had taken off her winter coat, her light armor, and even her military jacket, leaving only the henley and the wool vest on. No amount of armor was going to protect her from the Awakened Demon, so she wanted her movements to be as agile and unobstructed as possible. It seemed a little poetic, as if she was proclaiming that there would be no retreat, only victory… or death.

It was also a bit funny. Awakened warriors were often shown preparing mentally for battle while donning their armor, but she was doing the same while taking it off. Such was the pitiful life of a mundane hunter.

The preparations had long been complete, the traps were laid. All Rain had to do was venture into the depths of the forest and face the demon.

Taking a deep breath, she went through a series of stretching exercises. She had always been nimble, but after years of training under the sinister shadow, her flexible body was like that of a snake… no, a gymnast. A very graceful, limber gymnast! That was a much better mental image.

Still, she had to be careful when going all out. Her mundane flesh was lagging behind her skill and training, so it was easy to damage.

«What are you, a ballerina?»

Rain glared at her teacher silently.

«Didn't you once tell me that you're the best dancer in the world… two worlds, even? So who's the ballerina?»

He coughed.

«Well, uh… if your teacher said it, then it's true! There was this one time I danced with a princess at a ball, and immediately after, she dragged me into a private room. No, wait… or was it me who dragged her into a private room? In any case, the two of us ended up in a private room!»

Her teacher smiled wistfully.

«And let me tell you, what happened in that room… ah, it was nothing short of life-changing…»

Rain stared at him for a moment, then pretended to be sick.

«Old pervert…»

He was offended.

you calling old?! No, wait, who are you

did not deign to answer, shaking her head silently. At the same time, though… Rain noticed that her previous nervousness was almost entirely gone. She felt calm and ready, as if her teacher's

a deep breath and checked her weapons one last

stringed her bow, Her quiver was full of arrows — she had made the arrows herself, tashioning the arrowheads from the bones of Awakened abominations. Her Javelin

was her sword. She drew the tachi

that moment, her teacher

moment. For this hunt… I'll

and then bent down, reaching for

it. Suddenly, her tachi didn't have a shadow anymore… however, there was an identical tachi in his hand, only made entirely of lusterless

a

half, like a blade made of pure killing intent. It was as if she was looking at

that eerie sword was tossed at her

«Ah!»

the overwhelming feeling of cold and dark power the black sword emanated, it felt exactly like her own in the hand. The weight, the balance, even the

at her teacher

was immensely powerful. Actually, she didn't even know how powerful he was, exactly. It was only in moments like this

being wielded by a Saint out of nowhere? No matter how shocking, that

tachi, making sure

powerful to be wielded by a mundane human.

Her teacher shrugged.

alright. It's infused

the things she was going to leave behind and placed them in a nook between

stood up, looked into the depth of the

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