The moment his sword reached my face, I immediately jumped backward and shouted, "Hey kid, you'll injure someone with that sword!"
"You scumbag, draw your weapon!" the white-haired boy shouted, pointing his sword at me.
"I have no intention of fighting a kid—"
As I was speaking, he again sprinted at me, clutched the hilt of his sword with both hands, and swung it horizontally, aiming for my neck.
"Don't try to act like a saint after what you did!"
I bent my back, letting the blade brush past my hair, and retreated a few steps sideways.
"Do you need my assistance?" Ume asked, sitting gracefully with her arms and legs folded on the top of the wall beside the street.
"I can't possibly ask for your help to fight a literal teenager," I replied, then turned my focus to the white-haired boy and said, "Kid, you've got the wrong person—"
Before I could complete my sentence, the tip of his sword came for my eye in a stabbing motion.
