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The five-minute bonus time had ended, and in the end, I wasn’t able to get through Kohaku’s defenses and ran out of SP.

「Regen is cheating…..its cheating….」

「A-ha-ha-ha! Ah, sorry sorry, I also forgot about that.」

I, who was collapsed on the ground due to my emptied SP bar, glared bitterly at Kohaku. Unlike me, Kohaku was laughing as she spoke.

No, really, Kohaku was cheating, okay? She hid the fact that she had a passive skill with a regen effect, you know? When I damaged her HP, it regenerated, so I couldn’t even depend on my heightened, but still lacking, firepower.

As I complained to her like a kid, Kohaku was in a really good mood.

Just what was so fun about that? She was in such a good mood that I didn’t think I had even once seen her look this happy.

Although, it had only been two days since I became acquainted with Kohaku. That sure was short.

「Uhee….It finally recovered. I can’t really get used to the feeling of running out of SP…..」

「Well, it certainly is not something that would feel good. When I was young, I was the same, you know?」

「So it’s a problem with no end, is it….」

As you levelled up, your SP increased, but the stronger you became the more arts you would be able to use, and in the end your SP would still be easily used up.

That was why you had to master the basic arts.

Just like the art 《Strike》from the skill 《Blunt Weapon》. Although it was simply a stronger attack, it had really low SP consumption.

Although in my case, I felt like I was also moving around too much. Even though you could say that my SP had doubled, it was not like it was infinite, so I wanted to think up a new, more efficient way of attacking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

「Okay then, next is my turn. Sukuna, stand right here.」

「Yeah, I understand.」

As Kohaku said that, she took several tens of meters in distance.

「I’ll come straight at you and punch, so properly evade it okay!」

「Okay~!」

Imitating Kohaku’s loud call from afar, I also replied loudly.

It was not on the level of just being a telephone punch. Or maybe this was supposed to be the true form of a telephone punch?

As she properly conveyed what she was going to do, bringing her fist up past her ear, I slowly readied my stance.

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