The moment Zimmer’s foot left the ground and he rushed forward, his body blurred like an afterimage. It was an astonishing speed.

It reminded Enkrid of the charge of a knight.

But it wasn’t the level of a knight. That was certain.

Zimmer raised his sword at an angle. He put force into his wrist and forearm, bracing himself like a solid wall. It was a defensive style somewhere between formal swordsmanship and the heavy sword style.

Clang!

Zimmer’s Esterk blade struck the surface of Enkrid’s sword, which he had twisted to meet the blow. Sparks flew, and Zimmer’s sword …