In order to kick with all of his might, in such a way, he must’ve pushed out from his waist.
Paul, as a swordsman in this world, avoided step-back recoil from the kick he gave me.
He is a physically strong swordsman, and is able to wear touki.
In other words, he is capable of sending me flying with a kick, and staying in position.
Another way of putting it: he was blocking.
I don't want to come to the realization of that word.
Blocking.
"A, why?"
The moment I say that, Paul's eyes begin to stir.
Paul’s eyes meet my own.