Sakuramoria

“I’m sorry, but that would go against the academy’s rules. The very same rules that the seniors were talking about. Your offer is flattering, but I think it would be wiser to swallow our pride and either have a sparring match according to the rules or ask the instructors for permission for such a duel. Otherwise, even with the most favorable outcome, we will both face the same fate as Stella. I understand your desire to test your skills in less forgiving conditions than those currently offered by NAILS, but I think we will have similar opportunities in the future. We need to be ready for them, but we shouldn’t create them unnecessarily,” Leila paused for a moment, as if remembering something. “You once told me that you are the last representative of a clan that practiced its own school of wielding a claymore. That you hope to revive this school. And it may turn out that you will end your life in the duel you proposed, without ever achieving your goal. Along with you, the style of your clan will also die. But not for some noble purpose, not to protect ideals or loved ones, but for a simple training exercise. Are you really willing to take such a risk?”