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 47

Episode 47: Seneca’s All-Out Effort

It had been nearly three months since Seneca and the others enrolled.

Every week, their training with Attalos involved three students at a time engaging in mock battles against him.

Seneca had already fought twice.

The first time, she deliberately held back the power of her skill, relying almost entirely on sword techniques.

The second time, she used his skill partially while exchanging blows with Attalos to gauge her own growth.

Seneca had decided that her next mock battle would be fought at full strength.

For someone as hot headed as Seneca, holding back until now was a major sign of growth—but her patience had reached its limit.

Going all out would likely expose the fact that she was Level 3, but she was starting to feel that keeping it a secret wasn’t all that meaningful anymore.

In fact, it might be better to showcase her full abilities and gain some protection. That way, she could move more freely while investigating Lucius.

Recently, Seneca had been grappling with a certain concern.

At the end of the day, she didn’t possess a combat-specific skill.

Her physical abilities had improved, and she had found ways to apply her skill effectively. Her swordsmanship had become more refined, growing sharper by the day. Yet, when she looked at classmates with actual combat skills, she couldn’t help but feel threatened by their rapid growth.

Pulcher, who wielded the Thunder Spear skill, showed exceptional potential with his spear.

Phils, with the rare Longsword Technique skill, displayed such impressive swordsmanship that even Seneca seemed to have already fallen behind in pure technique.

She didn’t think his skill was useless—far from it. She believed it was valuable and connected to the path of a hero. But her confidence as a swordsman was beginning to waver.

That was exactly why she needed to go all out against Attalos.

Against an overwhelmingly powerful opponent, what could she do? What was she lacking?

Seneca was desperate to find out.

And so, she made up her mind to throw everything she had at Attalos.

That day, Seneca’s presence was noticeably different.

Usually, she had a soft, almost absentminded air about her. But today, there was a sharp intensity surrounding her—she wasn’t even trying to hide it.

Even Nina, who normally chatted with her without hesitation, chose to stay silent, sensing the weight in the air.

That day’s S-Class training session carried an unusual atmosphere as they received Attalos’ practical instruction.

The class often engaged in discussions about combat strength.

One widely accepted idea was that Seneca was the strongest in close combat. Pulcher was considered the best at mid-range, while Stolo dominated long-range battles.

Seneca had never lost a mock battle against Pulcher.

Pulcher, with his superior reach, was believed to be capable of attacking before Stolo could fully cast his magic.

On the other hand, if Stolo were to unleash his magic seriously, Seneca wouldn’t be able to close the distance and would be overwhelmed.

Because of this, most students—except for Maior—viewed the three as being in a perfect stalemate:
Seneca was strong against Pulcher.
Pulcher was strong against Stolo.
Stolo was strong against Seneca.

Incidentally, the second-strongest close-combat fighter after Seneca was thought to be Nina. Whenever they fought, their mock battles turned into intense, high-speed aerial duels that seemed to defy common sense.

Finally, it was time for Seneca and Attalos’ mock battle.

The rest of the S-Class, who would usually be focused on their own training, had all stopped to watch.

Not just Seneca—Attalos, too, was brimming with fighting spirit.

From the moment he saw Seneca that morning, Attalos had sensed that she was going to go all out.

He had no intention of losing, nor did he think he would. But there was no telling what Seneca might try.

There was a possibility that he could be caught off guard, and if he overcompensated while counterattacking, things could get out of hand.

Attalos knew he had to keep his focus sharp.

“Please do.”

Seneca’s voice rang out clearly—an unusual display of determination.

Attalos drew his sword.

“Come at me.”

Their eyes locked in an intense stare.

Seneca imagined herself as a needle.

A shimmering thread trailed from the base of her spine.

When sewing non solid things, seeing herself as a needle made little difference. But when sewing physical objects, it was far more effective—so she prepared accordingly.

Attalos, meanwhile, infused his sword with mana, readying his enchanted blade.

Seneca took her stance and charged.

First, she fired 【Mana Needle】  as a feint, while sewing the air itself to close the distance on Attalos.

Attalos dodged the 【Mana Needle】  with minimal movement, preparing to counter Seneca’s incoming strike.

At that moment, Seneca unleashed ten 【Sewing Pin】  at Attalos in unison—while simultaneously sewing Attalos’ legs to the ground with his blade.

“Interesting!”

With a smirk, Attalos made a split-second decision—to crush everything.

” 【Swift Step】 !”

Moving at the same speed as Seneca—who was sewing the air to propel herself—Attalos cut down every single 【Sewing Pin】 , then evaded Seneca’s blade.

As they passed each other, Attalos slashed toward Seneca with an ice-infused sword strike.

Seneca dodged carefully, ensuring he never made direct contact with the frozen blade—then countered with a kick.

Attalos blocked the kick effortlessly and fired off a burst of fire magic to push Seneca back.

Seneca maintained her rapid movement by continuously sewing the air itself.

To evade the fire, she sewed the air at an upward diagonal angle, propelling herself into the air. She could feel her mana draining at an alarming rate.

But in that instant, Seneca realized she had left herself open.

To prevent Attalos from exploiting that gap, she fired three consecutive 【Mana Needle】 , each infused with extra mana.

” 【Radiant Blade】 !”

Attalos’ sword blazed with light, cutting down all three needles in a single swing.

Then, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

At that moment, Seneca felt a thrill.

Attalos was facing her seriously.

Even though she knew it would only buy her time, Seneca gathered ten 【Sewing Pin】  into a single, concentrated attack and fired them at Attalos before launching into another assault upon landing.

Sensing this was a critical juncture, she doubled the mana flow into her air-sewing skill, accelerating even further.

Attalos’ glowing blade radiated danger.

But Attalos once again brushed aside the 【Sewing Pin】  with ease, carefully watching Seneca’s movements.

Seneca didn’t hesitate—she slashed straight for Attalos’ neck.

However, Attalos read her intention instantly and dodged.

Seneca followed through with another strike while moving forward, simultaneously launching 【Sewing Pin】  at point-blank range.

“So you can do that too!?”

Attalos avoided the slash and, in an instant, released a burst of flame from his arm—punching the needles mid-air and incinerating them.

The students of S-Class watched in breathless awe.

Some were utterly stunned, seeing Seneca’s full strength for the first time.

They began to question everything—was that supposed balance between Seneca, Pulcher, and Stolo even real?

Up until now, Seneca had only shown her close-combat skills. But now, she was proving that she could fight at mid-range—and even long-range.

In every aspect, she seemed to surpass the eleven students watching.

The entire class was speechless.

Meanwhile, Maior desperately pushed 【Detection】  to its limits, struggling to keep up with the battle unfolding before her eyes.