Honda, who charged in at high speed, felt confident that the swordsmen would win this battle.0

‘The distance has already been closed. They'll die with every swing.’0

However, his expression didn’t look great. Even if they won this battle, Japan still had a long way to go. They had sacrificed a vice commander, countless swordsmen, and barbarian soldiers. Even if they won, it wasn't a victorious battle unless they could maintain control over the lake. 0

Despite the long road ahead, someone blocked his sword’s path. 0

Clang!0

It was Spam.0

“Don’t waver!”0

Spam blocked the sword with his bow and drew the string. 0

Creaaak.0

‘What? Here?’0

Swish…!0

Honda's pupils widened. He hadn't expected Spam to attempt a shot from such close range. Not only that—0

‘All of them!’0

The ones he thought had fallen drew their bows again even while lying down. All of them aimed at him. He instinctively leaned back as far as he could. 0

Whizz!0

The arrows grazed the tip of his nose.0

***0

“...!?”0

Spam tried to comprehend what had just happened with a bewildered expression.0

‘No… Did he dodge all of that at this distance?’0

Spam couldn't believe it. Not just his arrow, but all of theirs....0