Chapitre 58: Dance Like a Butterfly, Flutter Like a Butterfly

A wall of thick white smoke loomed ominously behind Akaya, creeping closer with each passing second. From within the smoke, a black tonfa sliced through the haze, striking down with lethal force. The weapon belonged to a mercenary, a skilled fighter who had been lying in wait, ready to launch a close-range attack alongside the deer-man.

(No need to take unnecessary risks.)