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Prologue Chapter 8: Nimble with my left hand!

Prologue Chapter 8: Nimble with my left hand!

My vision cleared, and I surveyed my surroundings, seeking a way out of the chaotic mess. Then, I spotted the sword of the dragonslayer that had crashed into the pillar nearby. It was heavy, but I knew it might hold enough energy to propel me out of this dire situation.

My fear of heights made an unwelcome appearance, but I pushed it aside. I couldn't afford hesitation. My resolve had grown stronger – I was fighting for more than myself; I was fighting for a greater cause.

I gripped the dragon slayer's sword. I pointed its tip towards the hole in the ceiling left by the earlier dragon slayer's exit. I pressed the button that would normally require elemental energy, but the sword was already charged. With a resounding thunderclap, the sword launched me skyward, propelling me through the opening like a bolt of lightning. I soared into the sky alongside other dragonslayers, my heart racing with exhilaration.

But my newfound height induced a surge of vertigo, threatening to overwhelm me. I ignored it – there was no time for fear. I was determined to seize every opportunity that presented itself. I clung to the sword as I had to my convictions, but a sudden loss of balance caused me to drop it. I was now freefalling from a considerable height, a heart-pounding descent that could easily spell disaster.

Yet, even in this perilous situation, I saw an opportunity. I spotted an enemy dragonslayer flying beneath me, calculating their trajectory as if solving a puzzle. I used my ability to manipulate time, landing on the dragonslayer's armor as they hovered in mid-air.

As time resumed, the collision sent both of us crashing into the office building, the impact absorbed by the armored suit. I held onto the enemy dragonslayer, manipulating his movements until the allotted five seconds were up. With a final punch, I rendered him unconscious.

Without hesitation, I propelled myself forward, my comrades rallying around me to fend off the pursuing enemy dragon slayers. Their combined efforts shielded me from the onslaught, allowing me to focus on evading attacks, parrying blows, and dashing toward my goal – the towering stronghold that loomed ahead.

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As I neared the tower, a new challenge emerged. Four more dragon slayers leapt from the top. Despite the chaos, I caught sight of the target I had fought so hard to reach. The stronghold master and his four guardians awaited me.

The dragonslayers' landing near me momentarily caught me off guard, and I stumbled dangerously close to the edge of the office building. A narrow ledge saved me from a potentially fatal fall, granting me a second chance to press forward. Ignoring the dragonslayers' proximity, I resumed my sprint.

With each step, I deftly dodged the projectiles hurled at me, my movements a dance of evasion. Thunderous attacks crackled through the air, but I navigated the chaos with a singular focus. The stronghold master's unease was palpable, his gaze fixed on me as I closed in on my target. A signal passed between him and his guards, and in an instant, a deadly machine gun was deployed – a weapon capable of inflicting swift and unrelenting destruction.

But even that formidable weapon was no match for my resolve. I zigzagged and weaved, my speed and agility pushed to their limits as I narrowly avoided the barrage of bullets. With a sword in hand, I pushed my limits further, increasing my speed until the world around me became a blur. My grip tightened on the hilt, and with a sudden halt, I channeled every ounce of strength into a single throw. The sword left my hand with such force that it dislocated my right arm.

The sword soared with astonishing speed, outpacing even the quickest dragonslayer. It raced toward the tower's summit. It reached its destination, striking the ceiling just above the stronghold master. The blade embedded itself in the ceiling.

A triumphant grin spread across the stronghold master's face, a cruel laugh escaping his lips. "Heh, you fool!"

But I had one final card to play – a trump card that could turn the tide of battle in an instant. With a swift movement, I triggered the teleportation ability I had kept in reserve. The world around me warped, and in an instant, I stood atop the ceiling, above the stronghold master. His laughter faded as realization dawned and he heard his last words.

"I am nimble with my left hand too, you son of a bitch."