Anyhow, upon the sudden appearance of the City-States’s strongest, the Empire’s military man took the stance of thrusting his weapon forth.
Perhaps it may have seemed that at this rate, things would be plunged into an explosive situation.
However――,
Halibel: [I was the one who caused all this stir, so maybe it ain’t my place to be sayin’ this, but come on now, can’t we all just sit ‘round and chat without gettin’ all fired up?]
Goz: [Ngh, guh…!]
Nimbly tilting his head as the mace was thrust towards him, Halibel began to speak. Goz’s face stiffened upon hearing Halibel’s words, and the arm that he had funneled power into trembled.
Against the edge of the golden mace wielded by Goz, Halibel held his kiseru of similar golden hue. With just that, Goz’s weapon became unable to make even the slightest of movements.
Goz: [――――]
Likely, Halibel had exquisitely controlled the balance of power that he put into the kiseru and suppressed Goz’s mace from moving up, down, left, right, and of course, from thrusting forward.
No matter how Goz tried to move his weapon, the kiseru would apply pressure from the opposite side to prevent it from moving. It was not simply brute strength; rather, it was the utmost pinnacle of technique to perfectly control the flow of his strength.