I Will Be Unrivaled With The Skill [Sewing]! They Said It Was A Bad Skill, But With Effort, I will Make It A Hit~ - Chapter 28

Episode 28: Betting Everything on This Strike!

Attalos and the Cyclops were locked in a deadly battle.

The Cyclops was attacking Attalos with overwhelming mobility. Compared to the usual sluggish Cyclops, this one was weaker in strength, but a direct hit could still bring Attalos down.

Now injured, Attalos could only rely on his swordsmanship and magic. Outmatched in both speed and strength, he was on the defensive, barely extending the fight with his skill and strategy.

Both fighters had been engaged in intense combat for over an hour, and both were exhausted. However, the longer the fight dragged on, the more advantageous it was for the Cyclops.

If Attalos had been in top condition, he might have overpowered the Cyclops with his veteran experience. But he had sustained injuries early on while protecting Maior. Because of this, Attalos couldn’t exert much strength with his left arm, and he likely had internal injuries. Focusing on healing might have improved his condition, but the Cyclops gave him no such opportunity.

Seneca returned to the battlefield just as the balance of the fight began to tilt.

The two fighters clashed repeatedly. Attalos evaded the Cyclops’s heavy strikes and countered with his sword, but the Cyclops dodged with agile movements. When the Cyclops attempted a kick in passing, Attalos blocked it with his fiery sword, creating distance between them.

This exchange of attacks continued without pause, but Attalos appeared to be struggling. Each swift movement seemed to cause him to bleed from his mouth or side. Meanwhile, the Cyclops, though covered in wounds, showed no signs of being hit by any major attack.

For Seneca, this battle seemed like one fought on an entirely different level. Yet, it didn’t feel as otherworldly as she had imagined. Attalos was completely out of breath, and the Cyclops’s legs were unsteady.

Seneca found herself with an inexplicable conviction that there was room for her to intervene in this fight.

The Cyclops launched a straightforward punch at Attalos. It was such a simple attack that Attalos easily blocked it and prepared to counter. However, at that moment, the Cyclops’s knee buckled, causing the giant to lose balance.

“Damn it!”

It was Attalos who found himself in trouble. Preparing to counter, he was caught off guard by the Cyclops’s sudden shift in movement.

The Cyclops used the forward momentum to try to grab Attalos.

” 【Holy Blade】 “

Cornered, Attalos unleashed his trump card. The decision was sudden, and the sword wasn’t fully charged with magic. It wouldn’t have its full power, but he had no choice but to use it.

The sword gleamed brightly and slashed at the Cyclops.

The giant instinctively pulled back its arm to shield itself, and this move decided its fate.

The Cyclops’s right elbow, infused with all its magical power, intercepted Attalos’s sword, preventing a fatal blow.

However, the force of the strike couldn’t be negated, and the elbow sank into its abdomen.

“Aaaaaaaaahhh!”

The Cyclops let out a piercing scream that echoed across the battlefield.

In its frenzy, the Cyclops flailed its arms and legs wildly. Unfortunately, Attalos got caught in this and was sent flying, suffering a significant injury to his shoulder.

Dark red, foul blood dripped from the Cyclops’s arm. Its abdomen was deeply caved in from the blow. Despite enduring the pain, the giant took a deep breath, as if asserting its victory.

However, it quickly straightened up and scanned the surroundings, only to find a piercing gaze locked onto it.

It was Seneca.

Seneca’s mind was focused solely on giving her best.

She didn’t know if she could defeat the monster even if she gave it her all.

The outcome wasn’t something she could determine, and the future was unknown to anyone.

But if there was even the slightest chance of victory, it would only be when she gave it her all.

In this world, there are parts you can change and parts you cannot.

All you can do is give your best to change what you can. There’s no point in dwelling on what cannot be changed.

Seneca stripped away all distractions and entered a deep state of concentration.

Her eyes met the Cyclops’s from afar.

Strangely, she felt as if the Cyclops’s emotions were conveyed to her.

“Come at me.”

That strong will resonated with Seneca, igniting a fire within her.

“Come at me!”

Both of them started running simultaneously.

In her heightened state, time seemed to stretch thin for Seneca.

She vividly felt the sensation of her feet on the ground.

The reassuring touch of the sheath held by her left hand.

Seneca had been contemplating, “How can I sew it up?”

Like she did with the Rampage ape, she envisioned herself as the needle that would pierce through the giant’s body.

But that would be too slow.

Even with the enemy worn out, such an attack wouldn’t suffice in time.

Faster!

Sharper!

Unless it was quicker and more precise, it wouldn’t reach the Cyclops.

But how?

In the slowed-down world, Seneca sank into the sea of her thoughts.

Her legs could no longer stop.

The enemy was closing in as well.

The Cyclops’s eyes were filled with madness, growing more intimidating.

The duel would be decided in an instant.

One strike—just one was all she needed.

She resolved to unleash a technique faster and stronger than the Cyclops’s.

At that moment of fierce determination, Seneca felt the wind on her cheek.

That’s it!

I still have things left to sew! There are still so many things I can sew!

The moment of their clash was near.

Seneca channeled her magic, placing her hand on the sheathed blade.

“I’ll stake everything on this strike!”

It was an iaido technique.

As she stepped forward, she drew her sword in one swift motion.

The blade absorbed an unprecedented amount of magic.

“Yaaaaaah!”

And then, Seneca sewed the air.

Clang!

A high-pitched sound like metal striking echoed, and she accelerated.

Tremendous pressure enveloped Seneca’s body, propelling her forward.

She swung her sword with all her might, but felt no resistance.

Did I miss?

Turning around with that thought, Seneca saw only the lower half of the Cyclops remaining.

【Level 3 achieved. <Sewing the Intangible> now possible. Interference power greatly increased. Physical abilities greatly enhanced. Sub-skill <Sewing Pin> acquired. 】 

That message echoed in the once blank space of Seneca’s mind.