I managed to squeeze out a few lines, though it’s been really busy these days. Sorry about this, I hope you all can forgive this!
Yareyare, after I dispelled a cold breath, I noticed that Cheryl’s red eyes met with mine.
She tilted her head, her face showing an inquiring expression.
「Slava-kun is strong….?」
Well then, how to answer.
Although I had enough confidence that my strength was strong to a certain extent, this strength wasn’t enough, if I were asked.
….Above all else, I had just suffered a defeat from Chester.
Strong, I couldn’t be called that.
While I was searching for an answer to give to her curiosity, Chester walked up to me.
What do you intend to do. While looking at Chester with suspicious eyes and this thought, he put his hand on my shoulder.
「Strong. Therefore, put all your energy into this, Cheryl.」
To this unexpected action, my eyes unintentionally opened wide.
That’s too much of a stretch, isn’t it?
Though, I knew I had troubles with my unyielding spirit.
As far as I knew, I had just gotten the official guarantee of the strongest man in history. Even so, I didn’t grow timid.
「Aa, I’m strong. Therefore, don’t hesitate.」(TL: Hold back)
Making this compromise, I walked a bit, leaving some distance between us, and took up a stance.
Cheryl, who looked at both Chester and my face, smiled a bitter smile.
「….Is that so, I’ll be looking forward to it.」(TL: “Sokka”, the first part of this, is said in a rhetorical way, as if mocking herself.)
Cheryl’s cheeks then split open, just like a crescent moon.
As expected from a Majin. Their radar for the smell of blood is something they excel in.
Murderous intent──the same type a child would release when killing an insect. Such a pure and evil intent and aggressive smile were given out by Cheryl that you wouldn’t have believed that this was the same girl from a while ago who looked innocent.
──Weakness of the whole body. To change the body into a whip, while punching with the left fist, as if it weren’t enough, this was Chester’s handed-down version of the「Primo Style」.
This was the first person to take up this stance that wasn’t Chester, in my lifetime. No, my second lifetime.
However──this posture was more than what I had expected from a 15 year old.
There was a dark aura, magical power surrounding her like a muddy stream and a stance──surpassing perfection──but still not even half-way from Chester’s perfect posture.
Of course, it was because I had fought Chester for such a long time, so I could see that there was some roughness in the stance.
But──
「(Still, that’s some terrifying talent.)」
If the person were a normal Martial Art expert, then he or she may not have been able to overcome this girl.