human
Wilhelm:  He brought the blade down with fearsome speed, striking like a thunderbolt to cleave her head in two…
gpt
Wilhelm:  "That’s humiliating.”
human
Theresia:  “…Oh?” Her earnest admission was met by only the briefest of replies.
gpt
Wilhelm:  He had attacked with all his might, and she had simply caught the blade between two fingers. Without even turning around, she negated all the months and years he had spent honing his sword technique. "Were you laughing at me?”
human
Theresia:  “—” She didn’t respond.
gpt
Wilhelm:  The silence hurt Wilhelm more than anything else. Even now, nothing about her willowy body suggested she was an exponent of the martial arts. "Answer me, Theresia… Or should I say, Sword Saint Theresia van Astrea…!” He wrenched his sword back from her with sheer force, then struck again.
human
Wilhelm:  She dodged him without so much as a hair falling out of place. He found himself distracted by the sight of her flowing red locks, and before he knew it, his feet had been swept out from under him to send him toppling to the ground.
gpt
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm, once feared as the Sword Devil, hit the pavement without even managing to catch himself. “—”
human
Wilhelm:  He had met this girl so many times, bantered with her, grown closer to her without anybody knowing—and now she had knocked him down.
gpt
Theresia:  Theresia looked at him where he lay. Her eyes were a piercing blue reflection of a sky that had never known clouds.
human
Wilhelm:  "Y-yaaaahhh!” Wilhelm scrambled to his feet for another attack as if chasing after her retreating form. His strike was so strong and so true that one would never have believed it came from a convalescent. His battle aura was even stronger than it had been when he had earned the name of Sword Devil, when he had felled Valga and gone toe-to-toe with Libre. His sword technique was so polished and pure that it seemed he had thrown away everything else he had once been. In this place, the secret plaza that only they knew, the Sword Devil brought to bear every ounce of his skill. It was, without a doubt, the greatest and ultimate demonstration of Wilhelm’s life as a swordsman. “—”
gpt
Theresia:  Theresia, without so much as a sword in her hand, avoided it as if Wilhelm were merely a little boy. A light, dancing step revealed the size of the gulf between them. An impassable wall, an unbridgeable gap, an uncrossable chasm. They were utterly remote from one another. The divide was all too clear to both of them. Theresia looked down at Wilhelm, who lay on the ground. "I won’t come here again,” she said, her quiet good-bye.
human
Theresia:  She was holding Wilhelm’s sword in her hand. When had she gotten it? The Sword Saint had stolen the Sword Devil’s weapon, and he had been ignominiously sent to the ground not by the blade, but by a blow from the hilt. She was so far ahead, and he was so weak. He would never reach her. He wasn’t enough.