>>5323633Instead of trying to get up, you simply lay there catching your breath. You'd underestimated just how much effort it would take to build something so much denser than your own home, which you'd created piecemeal after all and not all at once after all. But the task is done, leaving you only one last job to do today.
“Chilli! Are you okay?” your loving wife asks, you feeling her soft hands on your neck worriedly. So you open your eyes, and give her a gentle smile.”
“I'm fine, just used up a bit more magic than I thought.” you reply, and see her sigh out in relief. She'd told you of how, in her younger days, she'd cast a single Explosion and fall over, due to her body not able to fully handle firing off her own spells. But through sheer practice, and help from you making her Explosions more energy efficient, she no longer tumbles even after casting a half dozen powerful blasts like the one she demo'd the wall with. “Mind helping me up? Got one last thing to take care of before we can quit for the day.”
“Of course.” she says, expression darkening as she clearly knows who you want to address now. Getting under your right arm, she helps you up to your feet, and hands you your staff from where you'd dropped it. Which you have her hold for you once you've found your feet, and begin marching directly over to the swordsman who'd acted without thinking. His face has gone pale, and seeing you walking directly towards him hear his armor clank as he takes another step back.
“You. We're going to duel, right here and now.” you declare, and begin unfastening your robe. “You attacked me unprovoked, and I demand satisfaction.”
“But, you just used up all of your magic.” he tries to justify, looking around nervously. “I won't attack a man who's defenseless.”
“You mean like you did earlier?” you snarl, the swordsman, commander, and even his knights all taking a step or two back from the venom in your voice. But as you undo the last fasten and disrobe, you reveal to him your shoulder pad-less Saiyan armor underneath, and your repaired sword Blue Flame strapped to your back. Drawing the weapon with your right hand, you glare at him furiously. “I demand recompense in blood. Take up your sword, coward, and face me like a man.”
Mitrusugi looks around at the others, no doubt seeking someone to help him out of her current predicament, but seeing everyone waiting to see how this plays out, sight out and takes a defensive stance with his longer, more decorative sword.
“Very well. I, Kyouya Mitsurugi, accept your challenge.” he replies, then oddly enough seemingly speaks to his sword. “Let's go, partner.”
