“Where's Rach- Justice Bird?” Arata spots her amongst the crowd. Celine decides to let him go.

  Spotting her, Arata grabs her attention, “I need your guidance.”

  “What?” Rachamah wasn't even training, just watching yet she seemed apprehensive to work.

  “Will you train me on fighting with these, just the basics for a few hours?” Arata questions her.

  Arata takes out his shears, splitting them apart into two knives. The knights also have armor. The easy usage of this weapon is against armored enemies. Even if the fairy knights are already fused flesh to armor. Each armor still needs to remain individual pieces to allow for movement. Even if they survive the first hit, it would make it easy to finish them off.

  Rachamah's eyes widened in shock, “You’re seriously so domesticated in your home world that you consider only using knives? Get a sword too. Something with reach and doubles your tempo. These are regalia? What even are the effects?

  I guess it isn't that intuitive, better to just give an example. Arata looks down at a tiny rock, holding it up against one wall with his hand. Arata stabs through the rock and wall behind it, fusing the rock to the wall.

  Rachamah’s eyes go blank, “huh? Arata… why did you have to go and get something so inconvenient?”

  Inconvenient? What’s the problem with it? A knife’s a perfectly fine weapon-

  “Rapier and dagger, both things can be used on offense and defense. Since one blade is shorter, it's not obtrusive to your longer blade but it's harder to use than one sword. But these knives, due to being split apart shears have no guard for defense.” Rachamah grabs the blade out of the rock.

  “I guess you're right-”

  “I'm not finished, that thin whip blade technique makes it terrible. Cauterizer, as you call it, has no defensive capabilities besides your range control. If you want to use Cauterizer you’ve got to stay outside of the range where your knife is effective.”

  Rachamah… I hope you do realize that I could just turn the knife.

  Rachamah quickly interrupts Arata before she forgets her point, “Don't even think of using that Cauterizer technique on the knife, the blade is too thin, you’d have no advantages by the end.”

  Arata's eyes go wide in shock, his hopes and dreams instantly crushed. “So there's nothing you could teach me?”

  A look of annoyance is shot at Arata, “Don't patronize me, Arata. We just need to get unorthodox with your combat style, you already needed to anyway. I'm the only one who can teach you as the master of the bone-devouring blade.”

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  She has her own edgy sword technique? Sounds legit. “Bone devouring?”

  “I don't absorb the mana of those I devour, I adapt to the attributes of whatever I consume. By defeating strong opponents, I gain an innate aptitude for any techniques they have learned. However, between copying magic and an unorthodox weapon, I too, have had to learn how to devise new techniques from inapplicable knowledge. Though a few hours isn't a lot… I'm starting to regret trying to teach you.”

  Arata lets out a nod, handing Rachamah one of the knives. In return, Rachamah hands him a standard broadsword.

  “When fighting like this, it is mainly effective against armored opponents, your knife having the ability to easily cleave through metal or rock as you have demonstrated. Usually, you wouldn't use a sword against the armored enemy so the goal of the sword is to negate their weapon and close the distance.” Rachamah explains, luckily, Arata has reached the level of proficiency to understand slightly.

  Arata watches Rachamah's slow circling, waiting for Arata. Yet his legs felt paralyzed.

  Is this really sparring? Is she staring at me with killing intent? Can I move from this spot-

  Arata's legs move on their own, he swings his blade up high to divert her attention which Rachamah moves to block, the sword being sent flying out of Arata's grip before he could react and cold steel pressed into his knife hand which attempted to sneak her right after.

  “No good, if you swing first like that, your blade ends up on the outside, not only is your structure too weak towards an incoming parry but even if you did, I would be faster in reaching your knife hand.” Rachamah begins to reprimand Arata before the two reset.

  She could've chopped off my hand… if I strike first with the knife, I don't have enough range, if I strike first with the sword, she’ll parry it, if I do nothing… she’ll just get a free attack. Do I preemptively block? I'm not fast enough-

  The reason behind Rachamah’s speed was her adaptation, mana flowed throughout her very being. It was too entwined with her very being to activate Demiurge Foundry, forget if Cauterizer was useful, he couldn't even activate it.

  No out-speeding nor out-skilling… but she said to fight unorthodox.

  Arata throws the knife directly at Rachamah. She aimed to block with her practice sword, yet the two objects fused. Arata then had his ingenious idea, he attempted to summon his regalia back to his position.

  Just as he absentmindedly attempted to pull it out of the theater, Arata’s spare knife, which he handed to Rachamah vanished from her grip. The sword was ripped apart, as the other half of the shears returned to Arata.

  “That throwing form sucked, yet it still cut?! Color me surprised Arata… no, it's not just it had the ability to cut, those shears are guaranteed to fuse, that's how they work. I'm tempted to eat a half for an ability that good.”

  “What if it pierces your throat or stomach?” Arata pulls his beloved bloody Mary away, he would never hand away his beloved daughter to such a brute.

  “Touché, I won't eat it then… we’re going to be practicing knife throwing. For the next few hours, then, makes a lot more sense too since you can resummon your regalia and have two shots each time.” Rachamah claps, crediting it all to Arata.

  What used to be a training session felt more like a game of darts, yet with a human-shaped outline as a target. There was a scoreboard.

  Due to the knives having their whole fusing gimmick, it wasn't the organs that scored you points. Shoulders and hips, if you hit a flexible spot, they lose mobility.

  To make things fair, Rachamah was given a blindfold, earplugs, noseplugs and had to spin in a circle three times before she threw. They were able to have a close game.