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Julius:  "This is more than a few lucky guards! I’ve hit the jackpot! Now, this is exciting!” There was a sharp sound of a kick off the ground, and in the next instant came the critical flash of a sword. Again, Julius narrowly managed to parry on instinct, as he listened to Cecils’s laughter get closer and then farther away again. The strikes came from every direction, demanding the utmost from the knight’s swordsmanship. It was all he could do to avoid being sliced in half; the man was nowhere near swift enough to provide any counterattack. Cecils’s movements and strikes were too quick, leaving no opportunity for Julius to create an opening by passing his opponent’s blade, as he usually did. The physical enhancements provided by his greater spirits wouldn’t last forever, either.
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Ferris:  Watching Julius struggling to maintain a defense, Ferris began to sweat. “Th-this is looking bad… Sweet li’l Ferri has zero combat capability…!”
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Vincent:  “Our saving grace is that Cecils is merely amusing himself. But that’s not all. That swordsman is as much a dupe as any of them. The comedy is that he doesn’t wish to be.”
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Ferris:  “Huh?” Ferris was baffled by Vincent’s words.
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Vincent:  Cecils, who had just now created a large distance between himself and his opponent, quickly demonstrated the accuracy of the emperor’s words.
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Cecils:  The kimono-clad young man cocked his head and scuffed his sandals on the ground as he said, “I can’t quite shake the feeling that I’m not quite as…lightning-y as usual. Maybe there’s some kind of spell on me?”
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Julius:  “Just a nasty little trick from a man who can’t do anything better. To think there’s still such a gulf in our abilities when I’ve given my best—it sends chills down my spine. Perhaps you could humor a poor swordsman and his trifles for a bit…?”
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Cecils:  “Hmm? Even if I swear I don’t want to? Oh heavens, no. Overcoming a nasty trick is just the sort of thing that defines a protagonist; it’s what makes him a main character! If my lightning has slowed, then I need simply dig deep into myself and make it faster again! In deference to your fighting spirit, though, I’ll spare your head—aaaand go!” Still ready to fight to the finish, Cecils launched himself forward at a speed that would have been incomprehensible to the average observer. Astonishingly, he did indeed seem even faster than before. His sword was a flashing bolt, a silver streak, that took the shortest route to Julius’s heart.
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Julius:  But Julius’s saber got there first, meeting the blade that meant to pierce his chest. "Huh?”
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Julius:  “If you’re going to be so kind as to underestimate me, I’m more than happy to take any advantage. Your sword is mine.”
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Cecils:  Cecils watched in amazement as, with a loud crack, the katana in his hand shattered. Tossing aside the broken half of his sword, the young man mouthed a silent word of surprise.