After that, I left Rose and did what I was supposed to do: pretend.

"Huh, huh, c'mon!

　I raise my sword and lower it.
　I raise my sword and swing it down. It's a repetitive motion that I've been repeating for over a billion years.

　For me, this is now like breathing.

　With each swing, I can feel my thoughts clearing and my mind calming down.

(But you are a friend who is as strong as a demon god. ......)

　I'm not sure what to make of this.

(I wonder which one is stronger than the monster inside me, Zeon. ......)

　As a swordsman, this is a very interesting story.
　Zeon has two main strengths: overwhelming power and physical abilities beyond the realm of human beings.

(That thing with the thick darkness on it is not "hard" at all. ......)

　A half-hearted slash will not only fail to cut through even a thin layer of skin, but it will also break the sword.

(And above all, a physical ability that transcends human knowledge)

　If you're not careful for even a moment, you'll find yourself closing the distance in a matter of seconds and getting hit with a devastating blow.

(......) Yeah. I can't imagine Zeon losing, after all. ......)

　He's rough, violent, violent, violent, and he's got a lot of problems.
　I'm not going to lie, I admire his overwhelming strength.

(Let's train harder and harder to become a swordsman who can beat Zeon one day. ......!

　If I do that, I'll be able to protect Leah Rose, my mother, Paula, and everyone I care about.

　Thinking about this, I continued to swing for about an hour.