Chapter 353: The White End (4)
“Aaaaaaaaah! Someone save me!”
Unsure how to block, I reached the conclusion of throwing myself down on the ground. This move, called the Lazy Donkey Roll, dodged the enemy’s attacks. The name was poetic, but I was just rolling on the ground. Survival was my top priority!
ヽ(:3ﾉ ヽ)ﾉ
Madman: You got dirt on your back. How pathetic.
The swordsman raised an eyebrow. His face looked like... Maybe I should stop talking about emoticons. Anyhow, every field had its boomers. Martial arts, however, had an unusually high number of them. According to the martial arts boomerology, using the Lazy Donkey Roll was shameful. Anyone who used it would be laughed at for years for it. It was typical of martial artists who lived or died on flair.
“No one’s watching, so what? Besides, I’m from a demonic cult!”
Madman: I don’t know what a demonic cult is, but I’m no longer interested. Perhaps it’s more apt to say that my blood is boiling even more. After seeing the move you just pulled, the last bit of my lingering desire to end this duel honorably has disappeared. I’ll just attack you so I can slaughter you.
“This fight is unfair!”
[Woosh!]
[Swish!]
A sharp sound effect appeared every time the swordsman swung his sword. Left? Right? I had no idea where he was pointing his sword. Even if I could tell left from right, I still had 180 degrees left to distinguish! Was the sword coming down from the 11 o’clock position or the 11:30 position? It was almost impossible to tell the difference!
“Shit! I don’t know anymore!”