Am really a Dragon!

Kitchen of Flying Daggers

Swan didn't think much, she let out a soft gasp of surprise and flung out her dagger mercilessly at the invader,

When caught red-handed, even the most renowned burglar would have no way to weave a lie.

It was true that anyone who could skulk in and have his way with Precious treasures wasn't a good fellow at all.

In all this, Rudeus had continued his constant appeals, he had tried to push closer to the Kitchen but right at the doorway, The Kimono woman stood firmly in his path.

He thanked the gods for his quick reaction then, as soon as he noticed something wasn't right, with the speed of light, he had used a makeshift mask to cover his face and hair.

Both of them stood on opposite sides and stared daggers at each other.

"Fairy! We can talk things out!"

The Kimono woman suddenly threw out her blade without warning, but even then his reaction was stringent.

His eyes had been locked on her every move, and he responded with an appropriate counter. He tilted his head almost at the same moment the red glistening dagger skimmed past.

"You dodged that! it was truly unexpected. Can you dodge the next one... Or maybe you'll die after this!”

‘Masochist!!’

"Don't underestimate me, Fairy.

You tried to fake your aim but that can only work on Amateurs. And you call yourself an assassin with that flimsy bit of skill."

Who wouldn't prefer words over action but the victor? Rudeus grinned softly and beckoned the woman to continue her conversation. If he could somehow reach his concealed diagram, It wouldn't be too late then to fight to the death.

"Why aren't you saying anything, Cat got your tongue? supreme Kimono Assassin." He jeered.

Finally, the Woman regained her calm and replied with a despondent look. "For someone with such skill, you do talk too much. It's no wonder why you couldn't obscure yourself in the dark. The dark is quiet, you are not."

A thick green vein popped into existence at his temples, Rudeus refused to make any remark on her sarcasm, but proceeded "Oh? Do you think being in the dark makes you a qualified Assassin? You should not tease yourself, Only the sadist and deranged would find pleasure in the dark. Occasionally, A hunter or a Fisherman would go out looking for benefits, but none would boldly say ' I love the dark more than Family. ' Go and reevaluate yourself human — Woman." His words dripped out scorn and Swan did react to these perfunctory words from the Thief, she remembered the verse of ' pot calling kettle black.

"You seem you know a bit about the Codes of Assassin. But it's unfortunate, I will kill you now."

Swan did not care to waste time, flicking her hand out, ' click-click ' sounds of a mechanism whirling sighed softly, almost immediately, A string of needles were shot out. long enough to cover an adult's palm, end to end, and sharp enough to drive through concrete unhindered.

‘This mad Human is serious about killing me. Sh*t! bless my lucky star!‘

He buckled to his knees and pushed out to one of the many Kitchen's counters. A pack of knives that was expertly designed was hung on racks and placed on the counter.

Seeing the disaster that was caused by those translucent arrows, Kinsey grabbed onto the rack and with a swipe, crammed some ten or fifteen of these kitchen knives to his abdomen.

"Don't regret it later, you hear? Since you asked for it I might as well entertain myself for a little while." He flicked a sleek one, probably used for skinning animals' hides. Caught it still on the air and flung it, all of this in a prudent manner without even looking at his victim. And done within the blink of an eye.

Swan slightly raised her brows as she was forced to reexamine this food burglar. It wasn't every day that you saw someone with this bit of skill. Again, this wasn't about sensing Mana in the surroundings or absorbing it to become stronger, this here was the actual process of defining the mind and nervous coordinating system.

From the receptors to the effectors, the proportion must be accelerated in a way that would still achieve balance in the end.

It was like the famous saying, "The eyes see but the hand reacheth not. The ear screams in panic but the body still stands."

This shows that even though one trains to be able to pick up even the faintest bit of change in her surroundings, without the skill to make an appropriate counter, she was no different from one that doesn't know at all.

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