บท 147: god of cuteness

I walked forward, the crunch of gravel underfoot echoing faintly in the silence. It had been a while since my last real fight, but the familiar weight of anticipation settled in my chest. With a thought, my sword materialized in my hand, its gleaming blade reflecting the faint sunlight. I let my arms hang naturally at my sides, adopting the easy posture. But my mind was ready for any unexpected attacks.

While I have not used it much, I am one of the best swordsmen in this universe due to the system shop. I am the best swordsman, but only in technique because my power is lacking so much that it holds back my swordsmanship.

I crossed the line that was on the ground, the threshold of the sleeping beast's territory, and immediately saw a flicker of movement. The bird's massive frame shifted, a twitch of its enormous talons breaking the stillness. I stopped twenty meters short, my hand tightening on the hilt of my sword.