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“It’s winter, so it’s snowing.”
Teacher’s movements were light.
“It’s already been two days since the match began.”
Teacher danced over the snow as if she was sliding on ice. The hem of her black robe fluttered across the endless snowfield like a brushstroke across a blank paper.
—You can’t run away forever, the Guardian rumbled.
A second brush followed the first. The more powerful, aggressive stroke painted a thick line of ink on the snowfield.
—I’m second to none when it comes to the Lightness Art, the Guardian declared as he bulldozed forward with heavy steps, crushing the ice and pushing aside the snow.
“I’m confident that I can run away forever.”
—But the end will still come eventually.
“Don’t you get it? This world is now an endless snowfield. There may be nowhere to go, but I can run away anywhere in this field,” Teacher said with a smile.
—I won’t let you get away. The Guardian leaped out of the snow. If you were in your prime, you could run away forever, but this match is happening now. You don’t even have two hours left in your life. The sand in your hourglass is trickling away. Are you going to keep running?
“You’re harsh.”
—The truth is harsh. The Guardian swung his sword.
“Yes, I’ll admit it.” Teacher turned her head, lightly dodging the swing. “I don’t have much time left, so I can’t keep running away.”
—We’ll have to see the end of the fight sooner or later.
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