Otaku Witch

Accompanied by seismic waves that could be distinctly felt throughout the entire island of Japan, this unequal duel came to an end.

Outside the Heaven's Guard Pavilion, all the witches stared in awe at the majestic statue of the Unmatched Dragon King, resembling a deity. Most of them had yet to recover from their shock.

What? Where was the earth-shattering battle we were expecting? How did it end so quickly? Was that really Minamoto no Yorimitsu, Japan's top samurai? It can't be, right? That was way too weak!

Questions popped up one after another in everyone's mind.

As Japan's top samurai, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's reputation was well-known among the locals. Her fame was built upon countless glorious victories, not some fraud with an empty reputation; she was known for challenging strong opponents and engaging in life-and-death duels where both parties staked their lives.

Her aura of killing intent didn't emerge from slaying the weak for overwhelming victories. In fact, none of those who fell by her blade were weak; nearly all were once-famous samurai.

It was precisely because she continually engaged in life-and-death battles and survived them that she earned the title of Japan's top samurai.

Many Japanese witches present had witnessed Minamoto no Yorimitsu's battles before; her swordsmanship and skill were unanimously recognized as powerful.

But the battle they just witnessed left everyone dazed.

All they saw was Minamoto no Yorimitsu charging in, delivering a strike, which was parried by that demolition team's sword draw. The majestic Dragon King statue raised its sword and stabbed down, and the Ghost Warrior was defeated.

Yes, it was that simple. The entire process seemed not to have reached even a second, and the battle was already over.

This was a genuine one-hit kill.

As a result, many melon-eating witches nearby were left perplexed.

"Hey, hey, hey, was Minamoto no Yorimitsu holding back just now? This doesn't match her usual performance."

"No way, risking her life?"

"But that demolition team guy's sword draw was really slow. I feel I could dodge it, so why couldn't Minamoto no Yorimitsu, the top samurai?"

"Then go ahead, and if you succeed, you'll be Japan's top samurai after all."

"Forget it, this title seems unlucky. I disdain it."

........

The onlookers chattered away.

Even within the Guard Bureau, Konoe Makoto was somewhat puzzled.

"Sister, why didn't Minamoto no Yorimitsu dodge that slow sword just now?"

The young policewoman also couldn't understand and turned to look at her sister.

However, as soon as she turned her head, she saw her sister's face filled with shock, even a hint of fascination in her eyes.

"Without Thought or Desire, this is the realm of The First Great Sword."

The director murmured in a somewhat dazed manner.

As the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement, insiders see the skill. Clearly, Konoe Maki saw much more, which is why she was even more amazed.

And her sister's ignorant question awakened her from her stupor, and she somewhat angrily glanced at her foolish sister.

"How long did that battle last in total?"

Konoe Maki asked her sister in response.

"A moment of sixteen instants."

The young policewoman stated quite accurately.

An instant is one thought, twenty thoughts in a moment, twenty moments in a snap of the fingers.

This is the unit of time passed down by that Immortal used on the island of Japan. (In reality, one instant is about 0.018 seconds. Tsk, it doesn't feel fast enough, but let's use it anyway since milliseconds, microseconds, and picoseconds don't sound classy. Just assume that an instant here is based on an Immortal's speed of thought.)

After saying this, Konoe Makoto was stunned, and then her delicate face turned crimson.

Although she grew up in a greenhouse, she's not truly foolish. Now she realized how foolish her earlier question was.

Coming from the Chinese Clan, swordsmanship had always been a compulsory subject for her since childhood. Her swordsmanship is considered outstanding among her peers, but even now, her sword skills don't merit being measured in instants.

Mortal swordsmanship is generally described by seconds; striking several times in one second is already the limit for mortals.

As witches are of extraordinary species, their bodies far surpass mortals. Even ordinary witches who haven't trained in swordsmanship can easily swing a sword dozens of times in one second, easily surpassing mortal limits.

However, the difficulty increases exponentially as one progresses. Even witches who've seriously studied swordsmanship can't casually strike dozens or hundreds of times per second.

After all, witches aren't deities; they have their limits. Once they reach that limit, then every small breakthrough's difficulty can be several times what it was before.

It's like the gap between first place and the tens of thousands place in those popular racing games might just be a few decimal points of difference.

That tiny gap may seem negligible, but only those who've tried to set records know how painful those countless restarts are.

Moreover, simple speed alone is meaningless to swordsmen, as speed without practical value isn't useful in combat. Swordsmanship requires speed, precision, and force; just speed isn't precise enough, hence not forceful enough.

To a master swordsman, an uncontrollable attack is an ineffective strike, holding no meaning, merely offering an opening to the opponent.