The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

The idiot drew his sword and attempted to strike me from behind. It was an outrageous act for a knight, and even as an ordinary person, it was a blatant transgression against someone who wasn't even an enemy.

'...They're definitely not normal.'

Whack!

"Ugh!"

I swung my Obsidian like a club, striking the back of his ankle. His body briefly lifted into the air, and I followed up with more blows.

Thwack! Whack!

I continued to strike him with my Obsidian, hitting him all over his body. With each upward strike, he danced awkwardly in the air, taking the blows.

"Ugh! Argh! Ack! Hmph!"

I wasn't using aura, but I wasn't holding back either. With each hit, he let out strange cries.