That last thought creates the instant of hesitation needed for a kick to the wrist, launching that sword whirling into the air. She catches it, brings it down, and stops a millimeter short of Kohaku's forehead.
"As you were a month ago, you wouldn't have even evaded the first strike. Your power has grown, my pupil!"
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"As you were a month ago, you wouldn't have even evaded the first strike. Your power has grown, my pupil!"