The young man raised his hands.
He shaped his right hand into a fist before slowly pressing his knuckles against the centre palm of his left hand.
He then bowed respectfully before speaking in the same manner.
"I am Jericko Von Blade. The next heir to the noble family of Bladesmiths in the Eastern region—"
Bang!
Jericko swiftly drew a sword with noteworthy sharpness and length out of thin air and slashed towards the bullet, cleaving the flying bit of metal into two.
He then raised his hand, manifesting his barrier again and stopping the halved bullet from making contact with his body.
Marionette tilted her head at this whilst still having her gun raised at him.
She found his act of slicing her bullet in two was severely unneeded. Did he do that to make himself look imposing?
Jericko stuck the tip of his sword into the ground, straightening his back and looking towards the black-haired woman with a slight frown, which soon curled up into a slight smile.
