"Where?" I turned to look to the left. "Where is she?" I literally couldn't see her at that moment; well, actually, I could and I couldn't at the same time, it was as if she had multiplied, and that's when a cut reached my left arm, and then my pants, shirt, tie, face, hand; I could only cover myself with my arms to protect myself from getting hit in a vital spot. Meanwhile, outside, like a terrifying vision, it was as if several Laias were approaching me to start cutting from right to left.
Suddenly, he stopped at the side of the hallway and looked at me. "Hey," he said, "I've stopped." He started to approach slowly, step by step. "Seriously..." He tilted his head slightly. "I feel sorry for you." He put his hand to his jaw, thoughtful, and had an easy, simple idea. "I know," he smiled. "Lift your collar and let me cut it. That's it." He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at me. "Hey," he sighed, "you're boring me. At least say something." I'd only gotten small cuts cooking before, but now my whole body was covered in cuts; I couldn't even touch my arm, as it had about nine cuts, and they weren't even superficial; blood was starting to flow, and I was even afraid to open my hands and discover I'd lost a finger; I was in deep trouble now.
But before that, I realized something, so I stood up and looked directly at her, pointing my finger. Then I started bobbing my head as if beckoning and provoking her. "Come on," I said. "Kid, don't tell me you're already tired." Laia smiled and vanished instantly. I started bobbing my head as if I knew where she would attack: first the arm, then the leg, and finally... But before that, I turned to the side and struck right where I had planned (in short, first the hand, then the foot; for a kaijin or even a mere human, that would already be a cut and excruciating pain, and if you barely lower your head to see the attacker, they can come straight at you from above and slit your throat). And I struck hard; the sword fell with a powerful force. I kicked the hilt to drive it in further and with my other leg I kicked Laia again, sending her flying to the side of the corridor, but she managed to react in time and landed on her feet.
I grabbed the katana without thinking, raised it... and slammed it against the wall behind me, but instead of breaking it, the katana sliced a piece of the wall in half; I stared at the clean cut; it wasn't just any katana. "Really..." a voice said behind me. "Haven't you realized yet?" I turned to see Laia. "That thing you have in your hand," she continued, "It's not just any katana." She took a step forward. "It's the Lunar Katana. The legacy Nitta left us." I didn't know what to say. She said Lunar Katana. What is that?
(The Lunar Katana, one of two legendary swords created by God himself, along with its twin, the Solar Katana, were created exclusively to kill Blast. But for that feat, the wielder needs to be able to withstand the full power emanating from these two weapons combined. Nitta knew this, so after the incident and his death, he left them to his two siblings, one katana each: Laia the Lunar Katana and Max the Solar Katana.)
"Okay, I need her back." I blinked... and her kick landed squarely in my stomach. The air rushed out of my lungs, she spun around, and the second kick sent me flying down the hall. I crashed through a door that swung open and tumbled into a room. As soon as I got up, there was a woman with messy hair, completely naked, trying to cover herself with a blanket. We stared at each other. "Excuse me." I rammed into the wall with all the strength I had left and crashed through it, landing in the next room. A second later, Laia reached the first room and saw the same girl and the man getting out of the shower. She frowned. "Disgusting." She slowly turned her head to face me.
The man sat on the bed and looked at the girl under the blanket. "Hey, you," he said, "is that over there... your friend or your roommate?" The woman shook her head. The man looked at Laia, his gaze running down her hair, then down to what mattered most to him: her backside. But when he looked up, he realized she was already looking at him. The man began to feel fear, like death was tickling his throat. He lowered his head and said nothing more. Laia turned to look at me again and went into the other room, walking past me without stopping. I turned to look at her. "Is something wrong?" I kept walking until we were out of the room we'd been in, and before I knew it, she was bright red.