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... power.

Once more, my blade cut through more of his flesh.

"Y-you! Just... just who do you think you are!!!"

After taking a deep breath and pouring all my strength into my muscles, I gave a fiendish smile.

"I am The Hero!"

Adu's eyes widened in disbelief, and his expression displayed a hidden fear at the mention of the word.

"W-wha—?"

Before he could say any more, I completely sliced through him, sending blood spurting out as my energy dance ...

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