Deep in the jungle, Boom is sitting in a magical house practicing magic. The blazing sunlight is divided into countless bright spots by the branches. The small mountain village has returned to its original state after the mercenary group incident.
Rikka stood by the stream, staring at the small fish swaying in a daze. The petals floated on the water, sometimes twisting with the vortex, and sometimes being washed to the shore.
After spiritually merging with Boom, Rikka has always felt that something is wrong with herself these days. This feeling is very strange, neither uncomfortable nor like that kind of hunger.
Rikka felt that she was like a blind person who was lost. She could hear the bells not far away, but she could never reach the end.
Turning to look at the Wonder House, Rikka didn't want to leave alone today. She was not alone now. She had Boom, the relative who had been with her since she was born.
After untying the two meteorite swords, Rikka's hands transformed into short blades. As for her skin, it changed from pink-white to tan. This is her strongest posture currently.
"The gift of liberation, the first dance, the sound of the piano!" Liuhua lowered his arms, and in the next second he seemed to teleport to the small waterfall, quietly and as fast as lightning.
Rikka raised her legs and walked forward slowly, her hands transformed into short blades dancing at high speed, breaking the torrent into countless small droplets.
The small waterfall returned to calm again, and Rikka was standing in the cave with a very ugly face. This was the place she discovered by chance, and it was the nearest swordsmanship training ground.
The water drops fell to the ground along her hair, which showed that her swordsmanship was not perfect yet. To her, these water drops were sharp arrows, and the water stains on her body were the blood of a future day. p>
Sighing, the first move of the gift of swordsmanship comes from the Cowardly Lion, which is the sublimation of music and art. The first dance, the timidity of the first appearance, the smooth and deadly killing.
Rikka's swordsmanship is based on "quickness" because the person she wants to protect is a magician, and the most fatal weakness of a magician is that he is too weak.
"Is it still too slow?" Rikka sat in the cave and slowly closed her eyes.
"Throat, spine, lungs, liver, carotid artery, subclavian artery, kidneys, heart." Rikka raised her hand and kept stabbing the stone wall with the tip of the blade.
Eight thumb-sized holes gradually appeared, which were the rest of the first dance and the final sound that killed the enemy.
Rikka is not a human being, there is no so-called fighting spirit moves to learn, she is not even as good as Boom, and there is no so-called space parchment in her hand.
In her current situation, the power of the first dance of grace and liberation is just that. If she wants to go further, she may have to wait for the next evolution.
But after the spiritual fusion with Zai and Boom, the petal magic pattern on Rikka's forehead became a permanent mark, which will never fade away like a birthmark.
Sitting quietly, trying to feel the warmth brought by Boom, from the beginning to the past few days, from the trash cans in the black market to the small mountain villages in the Miracle Plains.
Time passes minute by minute, the sound of the waterfall is still noisy, and Boom in the Wonder House is still practicing. The petal magic pattern on her forehead is slowly emitting fluorescence.
This light does not have a trace of fighting spirit, nor does it have any magical fluctuations. It is purely condensed by Rikka's mental power, and is more like an innate mark.
However, a terrifying aura gradually filled the small cave. A moment later, this coercion passed through the waterfall and floated towards the Wonder House.
Boom, who was practicing magic, opened his eyes instantly. He felt palpitation at this moment, like a drowning person sinking into the deep sea.
But Boom never showed panic, because he could sense Rikka's aura, which is also the biggest benefit of spiritual fusion, sensing the other party.
This pressure became stronger and stronger, but in the end it disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared. And Rikka in the small cave was crossing the short blades transformed by her hands on top of her head.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly stood up and jumped out of the waterfall. Her leather armor was soaked in water again, and a rainbow faintly emerged.
The six flowers in the sky rotated at high speed, as if they had turned into a hurricane. The violent pressure appeared again, and Boom also stood outside the Wonderful House, looking up at the sky.
"Gift of liberation, second dance, whirlwind!" Rikka's voice echoed in the dense forest, clear and loud.
With this roar, the blade hurricane gradually began to move towards the sky. After it turned into a black spot, it suddenly blasted towards the ground at extremely high speed.
Boom hurriedly ran out of the jungle. In his opinion, Rikka was seeking death. Not to mention the load that his own rotation would put on his body, even if he fell from a high altitude, he would probably be paralyzed even if he didn't die.
However, a strong wind pushed him to the ground, and saw the hurricane blade slamming into the ground. At this time, Rikka was sitting in a five-meter-deep pit, laughing silly.
After succeeding, Rikka's gift of swordsmanship finally transformed again. If Kotone was an elegant gentleman in the first dance, then Hanata is a violent beast this time.
"Congratulations, you are strong again." Boom lay on the edge of the pit, smiled and stretched out his hands.
"Hee hee, aren't you awesome? Ugh..." Rikka, who climbed up, wanted to get up and put on a handsome pose, but she kept vomiting because she spun for too long.
"You have just learned this trick. It seems that it will take some time to fully master it." Boom gently patted Rikka's back and said in a dumbfounded voice.
"Yes, yes, I'm just stupid, but I'll be the handsome one, brother." Rikka wiped her mouth with Boom's robe, raised her head and said with a playful smile.
"So handsome, like a pangolin with wings." Boom pulled off his robe and inspected Rikka's body again.
Through conversation, Boom already knows the principle of the Second Dance Spin. Therefore, this is not so much a powerful move, but rather a special combat skill that only Rikka can understand.
First of all, very few people can control their bodies 100% like Rikka and appear to do whatever they want. This requires breaking through their inner timidity and instinctive reactions.
Secondly, even if someone can really do it, but lacks Rikka's tan skin, it is estimated that the consequences of using it will be shattered into pieces.
Therefore, Boom's final summary of this move is that others "injure the enemy 800 and lose a thousand to himself", but Rikka "injures the enemy a thousand and does nothing to himself".
"Is everything okay? To be honest, it hurts when I look at it." Boom rubbed his face and asked worriedly.
"It's really okay. It's not like I don't know my abilities, and I'm not afraid of fighting spirit magic. How can I fall to death?" Liuhua drank the sour plum soup carelessly and replied nonchalantly.
In the next three days, Rikka performed countless dance turns every day. The reeds outside the dense forest were cleared away, and the dizziness almost disappeared.
The midday sun was very dazzling, and violent sword hurricanes appeared from time to time. All tangible objects in contact were instantly shattered, and even the light became more and more distorted.
Gently wiping the sweat off his face, the magic pattern of petals on his forehead faded away from fluorescence. Rikka turned around and walked into the dense forest, thinking about what meals to cook for Boom at night.
She dislikes her twin swords of meteorite more and more. It's like a wild beast with a collar. But in order to conceal the identity of the contracted beast, she has to forcibly reduce the power of the gift of liberation swordsmanship.