Javier strolled through Akan Village, enjoying the peaceful moment. The smell of freshly grilled meat filled the air, mixing with the earthy scent of the fields. Children ran past him, laughing. Villagers smiled and waved. A chill ran down his spine. His enemy detection skill flared. Danger. Close. Approaching fast. Javier's expression darkened instantly. Without hesitation, he shouted - "Liana! Gloria! Defend the villagers!" Liana's sharp eyes locked onto his, sensing the urgency. Gloria's calm demeanor changed, her hands moving to her hidden blades. Javier raised a hand. "Get back! Just cover our people." Both maids hesitated for half a second - But they obeyed without question. A shadow loomed overhead. From the sky, something descended quickly. With a loud crash, they landed just a few meters away from Javier, dust and debris flying up from the impact. As the dust settled, Javier's eyes narrowed. She stood up slowly, her body poised like a predator. Her arms, legs, and part of her face had intricate patterns - ancient markings carved into her skin. Her eyes locked onto him. A single Amazarak warrior. Inside Javier's mind, he analyzed the girl. Her movements, mana flow, stance. At least - not as strong as the Sword Hero. Javier's lips curled into a grin. "Heh… well, I was getting bored anyway." His eyes sparkled with amusement. With a low chuckle, he tilted his head slightly. "…So entertain me, girl." The girl's eyes flashed. A sudden burst of movement - faster than an ordinary warrior - And she reappeared behind him. Her kick came swift and brutal, aimed straight at his head. Javier's grin never faded. With a casual motion, he raised one hand - And blocked it effortlessly. The moment he blocked her kick, the girl didn't retreat. A surge of mana pressure surrounded her, causing the air to tremble. Javier's eyebrows raised slightly.
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