Chapter 2, I am not the Snow Princess

Yang Wawa picked up her blue bag, slung it over her shoulder, and looked at the four tall ancient men. With her hands clasped in a fist, she spoke with great enthusiasm, "Four handsome gentlemen, farewell to the mundane." After saying this, she ran eastward at her fastest sprint.

Since the escape, the princess has not shown any anger, let alone displayed such a firm, cold, and authoritative tone when angry. Just moments ago, she was a charming princess with a gentle smile, but in an instant, she transformed into a proud princess radiating fury, her change of demeanor quicker than a blink, truly unpredictable

Grandfather has only one son, who is father to two beautiful twin daughters. Grandfather treasures his two granddaughters immensely. When they turned ten, he hired a renowned martial arts master to teach them the ancient Chinese martial arts and swordsmanship, a study that lasted for eight years. Subsequently, Grandfather sought out various masters to instruct his granddaughters in shooting, European fencing, modern combat, and many other skills. However, aside from shooting, the twin sisters remained devoted to martial arts and swordsmanship, showing little interest in fencing and combat, and eventually discontinued those studies.

Upon first encountering a true longsword, she felt a mix of excitement and discomfort from the intense brightness akin to daylight. Immediately following this, the sharp sound of swords being drawn from their sheaths echoed repeatedly, as severe as a mountain, with the tense standoff of drawn swords on the verge of erupting!

The four men were taken aback by the princess's resolute denial, staring at her in astonishment. Kuo Tian's gaze shifted slightly, and he smiled faintly, "Indeed, the princess of Shenxue is named Wawa. Although the princess's attire is different from yesterday, Kuo Tian can assure you that his four subordinates have not made a mistake."

Yang Wawa was very clear that with four men and one woman, facing about thirty fierce men would lead to a brutal battle, resulting in either death or serious injury

The steed was startled, rearing up on its front hooves, letting out a piercing neigh

Although it is unclear why Princess Shenyue escaped from the palace of the State of Yan, why Lord Qu dispatched six guards to protect the princess at all costs, or why the King of Yan relentlessly pursued his sister, one thing is certain: there is no way to return to the State of Yan! Moreover, upon arriving in the late Warring States period, being hunted down without any understanding of the situation, and even struggling to accept the fact of time travel, one can only proceed step by step!

Princess! Princess! Princess!

Damn it! These guys are really driving me crazy! No, calm down! Regain your composure! These guys, hmph, just wait and see, I don't believe I can't get rid of you. She thought for a moment and smiled cleverly, "Since you all insist that I am your Snow Princess, fine, I won't lose anything, after all, I have your protection. However, you must agree to three conditions of mine."

At this moment, she had no choice but to praise her grandfather's foresight

Then I can only offend you!" the small-eyed man said sternly, his attitude firm

Yang Wawa immediately turned around, using one hand to support him, while fiercely stabbing the soldier who had pierced Ye Tianming with a long sword; at the same time, a wave of numbness and a burning pain engulfed all her senses like fire

Blood, splattering out

The four men were mesmerized; they had never seen a princess with such a captivating yet pure and innocent smile.

"Everything will be done according to the young master's instructions." Kuo Tian agreed, although he was puzzled by the princess's words and actions as well as her strange conditions. However, the most important thing was to leave this place first

Yang Wawa furrowed her brows and looked at them warily. They were dressed in ancient, lightweight military attire, with long swords hanging at their waists. Their clothes were stained with blood and tattered, yet they could not conceal their heroic demeanor. Despite their haggard and dirty faces, their eyes shone brightly, revealing a sharp and spirited essence.

For the first time, Yang Wawa was blinded by rage. Blood splattered as one enemy after another fell into pools of blood, and her face and clothes were also stained with bright red blood

It hurts so much

The man with small eyes was momentarily taken aback. Confronted with the princess's noble status and imposing presence, his arrogance and mockery vanished without a trace, replaced by a face full of utmost respect. "I dare not, please forgive me, Your Highness!"

The wind has risen, the evening breeze carries a slight chill, brushing against the skin with a shiver of coolness. The sun slowly descends, its light gradually thinning and weakening, the crimson afterglow sweeping across the faces of the pursuers, as if splashed with a layer of blood, evoking a sense of eerie terror

I am not the princess you are looking for, how many times do I have to say it? Yang Wawa felt a surge of anger, damn it, how can these guys be so stubborn, it's like talking to a brick wall. I have already said it N times that I am not a princess, yet they keep insisting on calling me a princess.

This venomous snake is the small-eyed man. In an instant, the two engaged in combat, the chilling sound of metal clashing resonating continuously, as silver sword shadows descended like heavy winter snow, overwhelming everything in their path

"Princess!" A high-pitched and fearful shout pierced the air, startling her. She abruptly turned to the right and saw Ye Tianming's deeply furrowed brows, his fixed gaze, and a faint smile that appeared on his pained face.

After concluding the inspection of the hotel project in Shaanxi, she strolled through the streets of Xi'an. A delicate little girl approached her, sweetly calling her "Auntie." Then, a woman rushed over, pulling the little girl and apologizing profusely. She smiled and said, "Your daughter is very lovely"

In the next moment, she despaired as she realized: unless they were lying, she had indeed inexplicably run into ancient times.

"Why do you always call me princess? I am not your princess!" She exclaimed uncontrollably, how can these people be so unreasonable, she had already said it several times.

At the moment of distraction, danger had already arrived. A long sword thrust in at an angle, and she was completely unaware. When it approached her, she suddenly felt a chilling wave.

On a late spring afternoon, the bright sunlight spills over the lush green hillside. Looking east from the hillside, there is a rarely traveled official road; to the south lies a distant and tranquil farmhouse; to the west, there are vast expanses of forest; and to the north stretches an endless prairie. The grasslands of June are a sight of vibrant green, with a warm breeze blowing, and the surroundings are serene, making it an ideal place for a refreshing outing.

Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly heard the heavy and muffled sound of hooves faintly approaching, seemingly coming from the east. Yang Wawa turned her head to look eastward, and indeed, through the rolling dust and smoke, a column of horsemen was swiftly rushing over.

With a tone of cold sarcasm and a hint of irony, she wished she could shoot him dead. Her eyes, narrowed slightly, shot out a piercing gaze from the depths of her dark, abyss-like pupils. "How dare you! After just a few days, you think you can insult this princess as you please?"

After racking my brains, I still cannot come up with any reasoning. Forget it, I should quickly leave this desolate and uninhabited place

The four guards simultaneously drew their swords, the sharp metallic sound piercing the silence of the twilight wilderness, while the silver blades glimmered with a dazzling cold light

Suddenly, a cold and sharp flash of sword light flickered, accompanied by a piercing whistle that howled towards him. Immediately after, a torrent of light and shadow poured down like a torrential rain, aimed directly at his face. Kuo Tian was alarmed and forcefully deflected the attack from the right, quickly sidestepping. However, the agile tip of the sword, like a leaping venomous snake, surged forward with a chilling wind, swiftly engulfing him. In an instant, a searing pain spread across his left arm, and blood began to seep out. Kuo Tian was alarmed and forcefully deflected the attack from the right, quickly sidestepping. However, the agile tip of the sword, like a leaping venomous snake, surged forward with a chilling wind, swiftly engulfing him. In an instant, a searing pain spread across his left arm, and blood began to seep out.

Kuo Tian slightly nodded and replied calmly, "The princess is the younger sister of the great king of Yan, Princess Shenxue. The four of us are here under the orders of Lord Jiangqu to protect the princess."

A look of anxiety flashed across Kuo Tian's disheveled face, "The king's pursuers will catch up soon, Kuo Tian believes—"

She shot a disdainful glance. What is strange about this outfit, casual fashion shoes, light blue knee-length jeans, and a rose-red short-sleeved fitted shirt? It is nothing out of the ordinary.

A small-eyed man urged his horse to the front, stopping not far from the broad horse, with a disdainful expression on his dirty face. "Princess, the days of fleeing must be difficult for you! Please obediently return with me, you cannot escape."

Five or six soldiers charged forward, and Kuo Tian swiftly seized the opponent's long sword, deflecting the attacks aimed at the princess and engaging in combat with them. However, with his solitary strength, it was difficult to withstand the numerous pursuers; immediately, three or four soldiers advanced towards the princess.

Yang Wawa silently exclaimed that it was bad, as she was the only one without a weapon. She approached Kuo Tian, seized the sword from his hand, disregarding his inquiring gaze, and softly said, "To capture a thief, one must first capture the leader; we will deal with him together!"

The resounding and resolute tone left everyone utterly shocked. Kuatian was even more astonished: the princess had always denied it, so why is she admitting it now? Similarly, the other three were both shocked and puzzled: Princess Shenyue is too strange, her words and actions are too unexpected

Another man stepped forward, with thick eyebrows and a handsome, extraordinary appearance. His expression was unusually respectful as he self-reproached, saying, "I failed to protect the princess well; please punish me, Your Highness!"

"Please speak, Princess!" Lausanne's face lit up with joy, and the tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

The four guards nodded in unison. Ye Tianming said in a deep voice, "The princess must have changed into this outfit to evade her pursuers. I admire the princess's intelligence and wit. However, my four subordinates have spent many days with the princess, so we certainly would not mistake her appearance."

Yang Wawa cast a disdainful glance at him, slightly turned her head, and spoke softly to Kuo Tian behind her with undeniable authority, "We will dismount and, during the ensuing chaos, seize their horses and break through!"

Among the four men, Kuo Tian is undoubtedly the fastest to react and the smartest, serving as the leader of the guards. She couldn't help but admire him in her heart. Looking at the sky, it should be evening; it is better to leave this desolate wilderness as soon as possible

Nothing has changed, still the same Yang Wawa of the 21st century! Huh, something seems off, why is her face so small, chin so pointed, and skin so fair? She seems to have shrunk a size, and looks younger with a moist and supple appearance? Could it be a case of borrowing a corpse to return to life? No, if it were that, how could she possibly be wearing jeans and a shirt?

She furrowed her brows, her tone stern, "Who are you? You say I am a princess, but which country's princess am I?"

Immediately, four tall men dropped their steeds and quickly gathered around, their worried expressions revealing more excitement and ecstasy.

Yang Wawa cannot ride a horse, but with Kuo Tian as the "driver" at the helm, what is there to fear? Her gaze sweeps across without a hint of trepidation, as the pursuers number around thirty, each with disheveled appearances, tattered clothing, and expressions resolute, cold and sharp as a blade

The four men were once again taken aback—after finding the princess, they had lost count of how many times they had been stunned. In just one day, the princess had changed so much that it left them in shock time and time again

The three men looked anxiously at Kuatian, hoping that their leader could persuade the princess. Kuatian, neither servile nor arrogant, gazed directly at her, "Princess, please!" He stepped aside, indicating for her to mount the horse!

"This is not good, the king's pursuers are coming, princess, quickly get on the horse!" Kuo Tian's voice changed, urgent yet calm, his expression dark, and his gaze resolute

Yang Wawa comes from a background in history and has a passion for studying ancient civilizations that have vanished. She delves deeply into any complex issues in world history, and even more so in Chinese history. She has an extensive knowledge of events from various years, ranging from major battles to the lives and deaths of imperial concubines, all of which are firmly rooted in her mind. As for Zhao State and Loufan, they clearly belong to the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods. Could it be—no, it absolutely cannot be; that is simply inconceivable

Princess? Who are they? I don't recognize any of them, they must be mistaken! Her mind was a bit confused, "I'm sorry, but it seems you have mistaken the person!"

Silent bullets

"Princess, your attire is quite strange, something I have never seen before. Where did you find this outfit?" The first to speak was Ye Tianming. His straightforwardness revealed the same curiosity shared by the other three.

Kuo Tian was the first to regain his composure and respectfully said, "The four of us would certainly not mistake the princess!"

Yang Wawa smiled sweetly again, "Princess Deep Snow? That is quite a nice name, but—let me tell you, my name is not Deep Snow; I am called Wawa, and I am not the Princess Deep Snow you are looking for"

Since escaping the palace, the princess has either worn a stern expression, appeared troubled, or remained expressionless, never once smiling. The princess is a stunning beauty from the capital of the Yan Kingdom, yet recent events and the escape over the past few days have left her physically and emotionally exhausted, devoid of any joy. They are anxious, but as mere guards, they are unaware of the concerns of a young lady and can only wait until things settle down to properly guide and comfort her.

Yang Wawa gazed directly at the four tall and imposing guards, exuding an aura of authority without anger. She slightly parted her cherry lips and said, "Listen carefully, first, do not call me princess anymore. From today onwards, I am not a princess; I am Young Master, Yang Young Master. Second, you must obey all my commands without question. Third, I will go wherever I wish; if you want to follow, you may, but I will not force you if you choose not to."

The handsome man darkened his expression, lowered his head, and said, "Princess, Kuo Tian did not protect the princess well"

When the twin sisters were ten years old, their father was killed in a vendetta. Their grandfather was very concerned about the safety of his granddaughters, believing that relying on others is not as effective as relying on oneself. Therefore, he devoted himself to training the two granddaughters. Although such skills may not be of much use in a civilized society, having a means of self-defense will ultimately prevent them from being bullied. In the event that their enemies pursue them again, the chances of escaping safely would be greatly increased. Look, isn't it useful now?

They are undoubtedly top-notch experts

The four men exchanged glances once again. Years of fighting side by side had forged a deep connection between them, making their silent communication through eye contact a commonplace occurrence: Could it be that the princess has forgotten everything? Does she no longer recognize them? Could it be that she has been injured?

As soon as she stood up, she heard the earth-shattering shout. How amusing, where could a princess possibly come from in this cursed place

Her heart began to race, and she smiled awkwardly, "I have always worn this outfit; you have truly mistaken me for someone else. I do not know any of you."

She discovered a situation: the four guards of Kuo Tian and these pursuers were only equipped with long swords, but lacked bows and arrows. This indicates that they are not cavalry. Therefore, these pursuers might be the guards or soldiers of the royal palace of the Yan Kingdom. Consequently, they should not be skilled in fighting on horseback, which could be advantageous for her.

Seeing his confident demeanor, Yang Wawa couldn't help but feel a surge of inexplicable anger, "Is it possible that your Snow Princess looks exactly like me?"

Yang Wawa threw her large blue backpack onto the grassy slope, sat down, and let her long black hair, which reached her waist, fall naturally, accentuating her delicate face. With a calm and composed expression, her elegant brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were pondering something.

Hurry up! Her tone was anxious and harsh, carrying an incredible authority.

The man with small eyes suppressed his doubts and said in a steady voice, "Please, Your Highness, return to the palace with me at once. Your esteemed self is of great value, and being alone outside poses a risk; should you encounter any ill-intentioned individuals, I would not be able to bear the responsibility!"

Kuo Tian suddenly grasped her left wrist, and without warning, she lost her balance and stumbled forward, nearly colliding with Kuo Tian's shoulder. Fortunately, he timely halted her shoulders from plunging downwards, and with another pull, swiftly ran to the side of the steed, embracing her slender waist. With a lift of his arm, he placed her onto the horse's back. Following that, Kuo Tian leaped up, tightened the reins, and with a squeeze of his legs, the steed reared its head and let out a neigh, shooting forward like an arrow

She looked at each of them in turn, and they all stared in astonishment, their bodies stiff. Ha, are these three conditions really that difficult? Well then, I can finally be rid of them. "What? Not agreeing? If you don't agree, then don't bother me anymore."

King Yan ascended to the throne in 254 BC, five years later, which should be 250 BC. Heaven, over two thousand years ago! This joke is too internationalized and historical, isn't it? If she is dead, then so be it. Why must she be placed in this era of swords and blades, where blood flows and lives are as insignificant as chaff in the chaos of war?

The vast sky narrowed its eyes slightly, and the black pupils shot out a sharp gaze, fixating intently on the cross-dressing woman before her who claimed not to be a princess. Indeed, her appearance was identical to that of Princess Shenyue, yet her words and actions, personality and temperament, as well as her demeanor and bearing, were vastly different from those of Princess Shenyue. Is she truly not a princess?

However, to his surprise, the princess did not appreciate his efforts and broke free from his restraint. Kuo Tian turned his head and saw the princess's resolute gaze, realizing that she had already disregarded life and death. In helplessness, he made a silent decision: he could only protect the princess during the battle

What if this princess does not return? Her tone was half-smiling, half-serious. What a joke, a true princess would be fleeing, let alone I am not one; only a fool would go back with you!

Kuo Tian was taken aback. How could the princess so directly mention the names of two generations of the Yan kings? However, she is a princess, of noble status. Yet—after a moment's hesitation, he ultimately said, "The king—his name is Xi, and he has been on the throne for five years"

Kuo Tian nodded in agreement, leaped down, and then assisted her in dismounting. Seeing this, the other three also dismounted one after another, gathering around the princess, positioned in four directions, resembling four towering mountains, majestic and imposing, standing in strict formation.

However, the spirited horse, which had just taken a brief rest, had not yet recovered from its exhaustion. Coupled with the burden of carrying two people, it was even more fatigued. Although it continued to gallop desperately, the sound of its rapid iron hooves gradually approached from a distance.

If she is not the Snow Princess, then where is the real Snow Princess? Has she already met with misfortune? However, if that is the case, how can I explain it to Lord Jiangqu? Regardless, this woman before me must not be allowed to take risks alone; I will protect her at all costs!

The four men exchanged glances for the third time, looking dazed and bewildered. They had never seen the princess display such an impatient and stern expression

To my surprise, after being separated for a day, the princess has completely transformed; not only has her attire changed, but her mood has also improved.

The four "ancient" men exchanged glances with one another. The princess had been missing for a day and a night. Although her attire was quite unusual, revealing her arms and calves, she was undoubtedly the princess. How could there be any mistake?

Kuo Tian understood her meaning and greatly admired her composure and quick wit. However, the princess was delicate and fragile, having never learned any martial arts. At this moment, facing a highly skilled warrior, was it a joke or had she been frightened into silence? He instinctively tightened his grip on her wrist, positioning himself in front of the princess to shield her from the merciless harm of swords and blades

"Which king are you referring to? Where is this place?" Her intuition told her that there must be a problem with this.

Fainting, how is that possible? The names are the same, and their appearances are identical. What a coincidence! By the way, isn't there a mirror in the bag? She took off her bag, unzipped it, and reached in to take out a small mirror, ignoring the astonished and puzzled gazes of the four handsome men from the Warring States period, and publicly admired her beauty in the mirror

Yang Wawa placed the small mirror into the blue large bag, adjusted the bag on her back, and prepared to make her escape

The night sky locks in the high peaks of the brows, the thick lips are sharply defined, "Where is the princess going? We four have sworn before Lord Qiu to protect the princess at all costs, ensuring that she suffers no harm."

Which production team are they from? She widened her eyes, surveying them from top to bottom, her heart unable to contain the excitement, and curiously asked, "Why are you dressed like this? Are you filming? Which dynasty is it from?"

The four guards and the small-eyed man were struck by the princess's bravery, agility, and extraordinary skills, feeling nothing but shock and admiration, and nothing else. In moments of life and death, there could be no distraction or negligence. Kuo Tian, while keeping an eye on the princess's battle situation, was entangled with the enemy, fighting and retreating, displaying unparalleled courage and an unstoppable momentum.

Upon waking, she found herself in this desolate wilderness, which was utterly bewildering to her. Clearly, she had been shot dead; how could she be alive again? Moreover, there were no bullet holes, no bloodstains on her clothes, and not a trace of having been shot.

The small-eyed man sat on the shore watching the fire, waiting until they had exhausted more than half of their strength before displaying his heroic prowess. Damn it, Yang Wawa cursed inwardly, also scolding himself for being overly confident and underestimating the enemy's strength, pondering: this cannot continue, although half of the enemies have been dealt with, whether they can retreat unscathed remains an unknown. It seems that breaking through to seize the horses first might offer a chance for survival. Damn it, Yang Wawa cursed inwardly, also scolding himself for being overly confident and underestimating the enemy's strength, pondering: this cannot continue, although half of the enemies have been dealt with, whether they can retreat unscathed remains an unknown. It seems that breaking through to seize the horses first might offer a chance for survival.

The sight of the small-eyed man leading the pursuers firmly mounted on their horses, she declared with authority, "What, do I still need to invite you all to dismount?"

In a brief chase, the distance between the fugitive and the pursuer is narrowing, with several swift horses having already caught up, surpassing the fugitive

"So, you all believe that I am the Princess of Deep Snow from the State of Yan!" Her eyes sparkled, her delicate lips curved slightly, and she smiled lightly, her smile as refreshing as a gentle breeze.

A gleaming long sword pierced through the left side of Ye Tianming's abdomen. In order to deflect the princess's diagonal thrust with her long sword, he exposed his entire back, leaving himself vulnerable to the enemy. By the time he realized the danger, it was already too late; he could only quickly twist his body to avoid a fatal blow.

She remembered that the last thought before her consciousness faded was: who exactly wants to destroy her

Luosang, Ye Tianming, and Lin Yong fought alone against five or six opponents. Their strength gradually waned; although they remained valiant and held on with great effort, they had already begun to fall behind. Yang Wawa increasingly felt powerless, her limbs no longer as agile and swift as before, and her long sword felt heavier than ever. Meanwhile, the enemy's attacks seemed relentless, growing ever more fierce and violent.

Looking at the little girl who resembled a Barbie doll, she had a thought: how wonderful it would be to raise such a lovely and well-behaved little girl

Lin Yong, who had been silent, was a bit anxious. With an elongated face and a complexion that was somewhat pale yellow, he was now flushed with urgency. "Princess, if we don't leave soon, the king's pursuers will catch up with us!"

Suddenly, she felt a sharp object pierce her chest cavity; in an instant, her heart was torn apart, accompanied by a searing pain. Looking up, she saw a woman smiling, her beautiful face grotesquely contorted, and immediately afterward, another bullet was fired.

Yang Wawa could not have imagined that over 2000 years ago, she would wield the martial arts she had mastered for many years, and with a genuine long sword, fight to the death against her enemies, as if entranced.

Even though your Snow Princess looks exactly like me, I am sorry, I am not the Snow Princess, truly not, I can swear to guarantee that. You should hurry to find your princess, perhaps, at this very moment while you are dawdling with me, she is being pursued by someone! I really hope they are genuinely concerned about the safety of the Snow Princess and stop making things difficult for themselves. You should hurry to find your princess, perhaps, at this very moment while you are dawdling with me, she is being pursued by someone! I really hope they are genuinely concerned about the safety of the Snow Princess and stop making things difficult for themselves

The sister of the King of Yan? Princess Shenxue? Lord Quxu? Good heavens, it can't be the end of the Warring States period! She asked tremulously, "Is it King Yan Xi? Or King Yan Xiao?"

With a slight twist of his broad sword-like eyebrows and a flash of his black eyes, a glimmer of brilliance fleetingly appeared, "This is within the territory of the Zhao Kingdom, not far from Loufan, approximately a day's journey to reach Loufan."

The man with small eyes took two steps forward, bowed deeply, and his sharp little eyes fixed on her, seemingly respectful, yet harboring doubts: how could the princess have changed so much in just one day? Her appearance remained the same, from her hair to her feet, yet she was completely transformed; moreover, half of her arm and her delicate little legs were exposed, which was truly incredible

She raised her right hand and with a sharp sound, slapped herself hard. The crisp sound startled the four men, who simultaneously shouted, "Princess!"

The short-eyed man cast a glance at his subordinates, then dismounted swiftly. The others followed suit and quickly dismounted as well, forming a circle around Yang Wawa and the others as if they were in perfect harmony.

"Wonderful, we have finally found the princess!" exclaimed a man with prominent brow bones.

The speed of sprinting has already reached an extraordinary level, yet unexpectedly, the four handsome warriors from the Warring States period were even more rapid. Just after running ten meters, she was caught up and surrounded by them. She was forced to stop, her dark eyes alertly observing them, ready to subdue them at the opportune moment should they make any move.

The four guards watched as the princess turned her head left and right towards a small square object, feeling very surprised but unable to ask questions, so they could only wait quietly for the princess.

On the eve of their departure to university, the twin sisters finally understood the reason behind their grandfather's meticulous arrangements: the Yang family was the notorious leader of a well-known gang in the province. In the mid-1990s, their grandfather had disbanded the gang organization, and in its place, the rapidly rising Yang Group emerged in the business world

Zhao State? Loufan?" she screamed, her mind shaken: Zhao State, the Zhao State of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods? Loufan, the Loufan of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods?

The other three quickly mounted their horses, closely following behind Kuo Tian, and began a new round of escape

She tightly gripped the hilt of her sword, attacking, defending, thrusting, flipping, sweeping, severing, each move executed with precision and fluidity, showcasing a strong offensive capability; her long, graceful legs moved like shadows, with astonishing speed that left others defenseless, even more formidable than the sword in her hand. She aimed for a swift resolution, striking ruthlessly, preferring a single stroke to end a life, to seal the throat with blood—this was not a time for compassion, but a moment of life and death, where flesh and blood flew; to survive, one must first eliminate the enemy.