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Fortunately, Neomarika's sword struck the president in the head rather than his clothing in the first round, thus gallantly helping to avoid the fate of Michaella in her duel with Aliduum. Furthermore, her own insightful initiative of three rounds allowed her to recover. For some time, she was still nauseous from the concussion, but this painful experience allowed her to assess the size and angle of impact of the weapon. And although each strike against this cow was like a flea bite to an elephant, even she eventually ran out of strength to continue resisting. Glad that she ultimately didn't embarrass herself in front of her northern opponent, Futa returned to the spectators, applying a cold blade to her bump with the idle Hinana, although this didn't last long – soon she had to go out again, against the class 1 leader. "Well, now it's my long-awaited turn to taste the famous lead," Futa replied with a nod and expressed her readiness to start.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.