My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon

"Elian, whatever impact your arrival might have had ended with that throw."

"Oh come on, Master! It was cool!"

"No! It was boorish and idiotic! What are you, a delinquent?"

"Come on, Master. That teacher was totally into me."

"Tsk. So you just roll over for any pretty face? She even tried to scan you! Stay away from her!"

"Master! Are you jealous?"

"I am not, you foolish boy! Now focus. Pick something useful before you get yourself killed."

If anyone heard their banter, you would think it was a pair of friends going out for a stroll. No one would guess such a conversation was happening mid-battle, as a lone warrior fought a living tide of monsters.

Elian threw a powerful punch and then pulled his hand back at the last moment. The rapid cancellation caused the air in front of his fist to surge, breaking the sound barrier. Like a powerful firearm, wind blades rushed forward, reaping monsters by the dozens.

The carnage caused a rough divide among the insect legion. But before they could recover, Elian threw his other fist, creating a second shockwave. Compared to just punching the ants, this tactic was far more effective.

I think I should name this move. I'll call it Air Shotgun.