Another Life, Another Me

72. I'll Kill You

"Spar...?"

"Yeah. I thought it would be a good way for me to build my strength back up again. Unless...you don't want to?" I asked, slightly disappointed.

"N-No...It's just...Why are you asking me?" Wolfe asked, a bit uncomfortable at the situation.

"Why wouldn't I ask you? You're the only person I know with too much free time on their hands. And, besides, you're one of the strongest swordsmen in the world," I replied seriously.

"Me?"

"You...didn't know?" I asked, surprised at his reaction.

As far as I was concerned, the original otome game listed Wolfe as 'the strongest swordsman.'

Did Wolfe not know that he was literally a genius, overpowered, and unmatched swordsman that could rival even this world's first hero if he was still alive?

"No one has ever praised my sword fighting," he replied simply.

I didn't know much about Wolfe's background or how he grew up, but I thought it was absolutely ridiculous that someone with his ability had no idea how talented he was.

"You are the strongest swordsman in the world. Well...Actually, you're the second strongest swordsman after Ace, probably," I said honestly.

"...Understandable. That dude is a living, breathing monster."

"Ace is not a monster...!" I replied with a frown on my face.

"He is. It's just that...for some reason, you have no idea what he's really like."

I sighed at his comments and created two good-sized wooden sparring swords with my creation magic.

With a small toss, I threw him one.

"You can keep insulting Ace. But just know that...if you keep that up, I'm going to bash a sword into your head," I joked (kind of) to Wolfe.

"You're a crazy one yourself," Wolfe muttered as he gripped his long, thin fingers around the handle of the sword.

His hands had so many callouses that it made me wonder how much pain he had to go through to get them all.

And for some reason, the sight of Wolfe simply holding a sword felt so right—as if his very existence was made to be matched with a sword.

It was almost a shame that the sword in his hand was made from wood, not steel.

"Me? Crazy? Do you want to fight me and find out?" I laughed as I loosely used my sword as a cane to lean against.

"To be honest, no. But I don't think I have a choice..." he sighed as he looked at me.

I laughed because he was absolutely right.

Even if he refused, I would have attacked him with my sword anyway.

Maybe he is right.

I am a crazy person.

"Just make sure you don't suddenly fall asleep in the middle of the spar, okay? It would be a shame if you become too sleepy," I chuckled.

"..."

Wolfe didn't respond right away and there was a moment of awkward silence before he said anything.

"I won't...fall asleep like that anymore..." he murmured.

"Hmm? Did something happen?" I asked.

"I'm all better now. So I won't fall asleep like that anymore," Wolfe repeated as he awkwardly looked away from me.