I realized that if I let myself fall there that Ishihama would fall with me. I felt my jiya rise like it never had before. Not broader, but deeper, stronger inside me. I unsheathed Anryuu, and suddenly, I just wasn’t hurt anymore. The sword’s weight didn’t matter anymore. I was faster than I ever had been, faster than any of the Ranganese. I did things that a man just can’t do—cut through five fonyakalu in one stroke, punched one so hard my fist came out of his back. One of my men got his leg pinned under a boulder the size of a small house, and I lifted it off him like it weighed nothing. It
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Fighter's adrenaline
