"Ready, set, it's round four!" I declared aloud as I raised my spear in the purple-tinted training area.

"[I'll catch you this time!]" Hrul lunged forwards with an excited battle cry, not showing any hesitation whatsoever. He had a slightly lighter build than his comrades, which resulted in marginally faster movements as well, though they were predictable as always. His weapon, a training long sword I bought in the same package in which my spear arrived, looked small in his hand, but I knew very well that trying to block it was a bad idea, as he had all of his considerable weight behind it. However, dodging to the side was also out of the question, as I could already see another Faun, Rabom by the looks of it, moving to intercept me.

As such, I stepped forth and right into the trajectory of my first opponent's assault. I used the superior reach of my weapon to strike at his exposed shoulder with a swift jab. Hrul naturally flinched at my aggressive counter and tried to evade, creating a gap that allowed me to slip just under his raised arms. From the blind spot behind his bulk emerged another Faun in the form of the wolf-headed Pip, wielding two swords and twirling them in an unnecessarily flashy flourish, granting me ample time to use my previous momentum and evade them by simply shifting my center of mass to the left. Right after I slipped under his wooden blades, I used the flat of the head of my spear to lightly slap him on the thigh, and then declared, "Tag!"

Pip's eyes opened wide as saucers, and I could see his mouth moving to say something, but by the time any words could've left his mouth, I already rushed past him. As I did so, my dodging instincts screamed out in warning, so I immediately changed my trajectory by planting the butt of my weapon against the ground, just in time to avoid a dangerous body-blow from Gram. Unlike the rest of the Faun, he was unarmed, and his entire strategy revolved around trying to grapple me. Considering the guy had tree trunks for arms, getting in their reach was obviously a bad idea.

Because of my sudden change in direction, he barreled past the spot where I was supposed to be. He was trying his best to come to a halt, but by the time he did so, I raised my weapon once again and, using the blunt end, I delivered three quick stabs at his abdomen. He used his vambraces to block one, but since he was off-balance after the sudden stop, he didn't quite manage to stop the second, and the third one landed cleanly, resulting in me declaring, "Tag!" once more, but not before I stared moving once again. Two down, three to go.

In the meantime the remaining Fauns, Rabom, Hrul, and Vurrok, finally attempted to encircle me. Unfortunately, while they might've had a chance when there were five of them, a circle with just three members simply wasn't viable. That said, while I had other ways to break through, I decided to go with the path of least resistance by using my fake 'Phasing' ability to move right behind Vurrok.

He must have expected I would try something like that, as the moment I arrived, I immediately had to duck under a heavy slash he delivered by hastily spinning around. It actually looked pretty impressive… but that didn't mean I didn't immediately capitalize on his stance being completely screwed by lightly tapping my spear at his shin and exclaiming, "Tag!"

After the first surprise, the Faun warrior let out a deep growl, followed by a long string of colorful expletives I shall omit for now. Anyhow, after whittling down their numbers like that, it only took a couple of seconds to mop up the remainders. I caught Rabom off-guard by parrying his stab with his own spear, and then using the same momentum to hit him on his head, then I humored Hrul by engaging in a little back-and-forth dueling against him before I exploited him overreaching with one of his swings, allowing me to step in and tap his neck, resulting in the last shout of "Tag!" for the day.

By the time I finished, I was surrounded by five morose Fauns with wounded pride. To be fair though, the rules of our little training exercise were in my favor, but the fact they couldn't manage to touch me in four rounds weighed heavily on them. Be that as it may, they agreed to those rules at the beginning, so they couldn't complain aloud, yet their eyes were telling volumes about their newfound grudge towards me.

Now, one might ask what I was doing fighting Snowy's retinue all by myself in the first place, but as always, there was a method to my madness. Footwork and other forms of basic training were infinitely more efficient in Dominance, as demonstrated by the last-minute practice I did with Brang the night before, yet it had two major flaws.

The first one was the obvious fact that only I could do it in our group. No, not even Josh could enter into Dominance with the Fauns during his Abyssal transformation, which meant this was probably related to one of my weird secondary abilities.

The second problem was the fact that it was a contest between two Fauns (or in this case, one Faun and one irregular). This was great for dueling practice, but it precluded any kind of training related to acting as a group, or in my case, dealing with multiple opponents at once. In order to remedy this, I devised this improvised little contest, where I would face off against all the Fauns (save for Brang and Karukk, for obvious reasons). This method, unfortunately, involved a high chance of injury, but since I figured it might help me develop both my dodging and my awareness in battle, I decided it was worth the risk, with the added rule that if I managed to land a clean hit on any of my opponents, they would be 'out' for the remainder of the round, as a way to give me a little advantage.

In retrospect, I didn't really need it. While individually each of the Fauns were formidable, and I often needed to utilize my supernatural dodging and other abilities to deal with them, as far as group combat was concerned… How should I put this gently? Let's just say that Brang's subordinates were really, really bad at teamwork, and leave it at that. Now, I had two separate hypotheses as to why this was the case; an in-universe one and a meta-explanation.

The first one relied on the same idea as to why we were having this asymmetrical group battle to begin with. If I presumed that they were only training via Dominance, it would mean they were naturally really experienced with dueling an opponent of similar stature and strength, but since the same limitation of one-on-one fighting applied there, it meant they had way less experience when it came to acting as a unit in battle.

Now, this hypothesis of mine had only one glaring flaw: the fact that they were well-trained professionals capable of executing complex actions based on hand signals alone, so it didn't make sense that they would lose all cohesion the moment they entered into actual combat. This was a discrepancy that was unfortunately explained, if a little crudely, by a single meta-observation: the Fauns were 'mooks'.

What are mooks? It's the informal term for the standard-issue, disposable minions of the bad guys, specifically designed to appear threatening yet be incompetent enough to be easily dispatched by the heroes when the need arises. Sounds familiar?

This interpretation would also perfectly explain why, despite outnumbering and outgunning the girls (at least as far as sheer size and strength were concerned), they managed to completely fail to hinder them from roaming the school building and eventually reaching the rooftop during the incident a week ago. They certainly looked really imposing on the surface, and I had to admit that they were a little scary when they all rushed at me during the first round, but at the end of the day, their skill levels were just a notch above Josh's and not even in the same ballpark as, say, Brang.

Speaking of which, if I concluded that the Fauns were the 'mooks' to the Abyssals' 'antagonists', then what did that make Brang? I mean, he was obviously on a completely different level than the rest, so… was he an 'elite mook'? Or maybe a mid-boss? We discussed this topic with Judy in the past, and if our ad-hoc theory about the school incident being an arc-ending climax was correct, would Brang have been the 'dragon' to Crowey? I don't mean the literal kind but the literary kind; the powerful second in command in service of the villain. It would fit him, but… No, scratch that. It was probably supposed to be Snowy, so… maybe he was supposed to be an 'elite mook'. But if so…

I glanced over at the other side of the training hall, where Brang stood with his spear against the ground, his face set in a profound frown and his eyes seemingly gazing into the infinite distance. He was the perfect image of a lonely expert standing at the peak of attainment. It was a great image, slightly tarnished by a certain friend of mine rolling on the ground beside him while cradling his shin.

"Why! Why do they both keep going for the goddamn legs!?" he protested quite loudly, so I decided to leave the petulant atmosphere surrounding the defeated Fauns behind and instead bask in the petulant atmosphere surrounding the victorious Faun.

Just as I did group training, I asked Brang to be the opponent of the rest of the gang. I hoped he could impart some of his experience onto them so that they could, with some luck, learn how to work as a team against a single, powerful opponent. The results were as follows: Josh, currently in an Abyssal transformation, was still rolling on the floor. Elly was sitting while leaning against the nearest wall, with an exhausted Angie healing some scratches on her legs. Ammy was dismally staring at the pile of rubble on the floor, no doubt the remains of the late Petra. Meanwhile, Snowy was… awkwardly standing in front of Brang, obviously not knowing what to do. Since she was his liege, he obviously didn't want to hurt her, and since he was her 'Uncle Brang', she also obviously didn't want to chuck any ice-spears at him, so Snowy instead tried to support the others, and once they were defeated, she apparently didn't know what else to do.

Because I couldn't bear to watch her fidget any longer, I walked over to her side and patted her on the back.

"So, are you finished too?"

"Yes," Brang responded curtly in our language, probably realizing along the way that talking in Faunish in front of the rest of the gang was kind of rude. Anyhow, he looked over the sulking group of Fauns on the other side of the hall and let out an ominous chuckle. "Lost? Need more training."

"They sure do," I agreed as my eyes skimmed over my equally dejected friends. "So do they, now that I think about it. We should make these training sessions a regular thing."

"Agreed," Brang nodded after a moment of thinking. "Good experience."

"Also fun," I egged him on.

"Also agreed," he, well, agreed with a toothy grin, eliciting a cry from Josh on the ground.

"No wonder these two are getting along! They are both fiends!"

I rolled my eyes at him and offered him a hand, "You are being a baby again. Get up already."

Josh continued to grouch, but to his credit, he actually took my hand and rose to his feet, though not without a lot of theatrical groaning and hissing. I'm not going to lie though; after he took some basic footwork lessons from the princess, I expected him to do better. After all, he did manage to hold his own against Crowey, if only briefly.

Maybe he couldn't tap into his full potential unless it was a serious life-or-death situation? Or, considering he was the 'hero', maybe he had to work himself up into a hot-blooded state for his powers to shine? Or hell, it might just be the power of friendship he was missing. I mean, Judy had been pestering me about narrative influence this and narrative influence that ever since I woke up, so who knew? Maybe the narrative did power him up as the situation demanded?

Speaking of which, these kinds of situational powerups were the reason why, after considering it for a moment, I decided against trying to come up with an unofficial power-ranking where I could slot people into ranks or whatnot. I mean, Brang here already showed that there was a difference of earth and sky between one Faun and another. Not to mention, power levels are just a silly concept to begin with.

"Hey, Chief?" Judy jolted me out of my momentary stupor by grabbing my sleeve.

"Yes?" I responded and was momentarily taken aback by the eager light in her eyes.

"I have finished compiling all my observations about your training today, and I think I have everyone's power levels figured out."

"… Dormouse. You're killing me."

"No, I'm not," she replied, either completely oblivious to my exasperation or uninterested in it.

"I still don't care," I told her wearily. "Send it to me in an e-mail later."

For the next five seconds, my assistant gave me a look that said I would pay for ruining her fun like that, but in the end she just let out a small (and at this point quite familiar) 'spoilsport' under her breath.

"Did someone say 'power levels'?" Angie suddenly poked her head between us with a curious expression, followed by the disheveled princess. On a side note, she completely nailed the whole 'unkempt beauty' aesthetic.

"No, nobody said anything like that," I told her in no uncertain terms before turning to the blonde girl. "Are you okay? I think I saw you being thrown across the room from the corner of my eye at one point."

"I'm fine," she responded with a scowl and an unsurprisingly sulky voice, then she quickly added, "I'll get him next time!"

I saw Brang's ears swivel in response to her declaration, then he let out a mirthful little chuckle that didn't help my girlfriend's mood one bit.

In the meantime, Josh let out a loud breath as his transformation came to an end, and as it did, his whole body visibly shuddered for a second.

"Can we go home already? I'm tired, I'm cold, and I'm really, really hungry."

"Oh, that's probably because of your transformation," Snowy explained to him with a demure smile. "I also get hungry after it."

It was the perfect moment for someone's stomach to growl, and to my sincerest surprise, it was my own body that complied with the trope as my abdomen let out a short, gurgling noise.

"Well, I suppose that means I'm hungry too," I stated, though to be perfectly honest, I only felt a little peckish at the moment.

"Does that mean we are calling it a day," Josh asked in a hopeful voice, and when I nodded, he almost did a fist-pump. "Finally, I can put some clothes on!"

"Yeah, sure, whatever," I mumbled as I stretched my back and then paused for a moment as I looked around. In retrospect, invoking the Purple Zone was a bit of an overkill as, contrary to my expectations, the sparring matches didn't cause much collateral damage. It was still better to be safe than sorry, and I don't think anyone can blame me after seeing what Snowy and Elly did to the school grounds the first time I saw them transform.

Anyhow, since there was absolutely no need for it anymore, I turned to Brang and asked him, "[If it is within your means to end the existence of this Area of Violet Colors, may I request you do so?]"

The ex-general gave me an odd look at first, but then he finally seemed to figure out what I was talking about, and he raised his spear off the ground, only to hit its butt against the floor so hard I was afraid the concrete would fracture under the impact. Then it did; or at least that's what it looked like as hundreds of hairline cracks spread across the hall with Brang in their center, following which the entire space shook, then a few short seconds later we were back in normal space.

I did my best to ignore how overly elaborate our exit from the Purple Zone was, and instead I picked up my coat. I had a whole speech prepared for the occasion, waxing lyrical about how we all explored our strengths and weaknesses and whatever, but I decided to leave it all for after we were back home. Speaking of which, it was high time I did a quick check on Karukk. I've done so every once in a while during our training, and each time he was either snacking or watching my TV in the living room, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to see what he was doing one last time before I started ferrying the others over. As it turned out, it was very, very fortunate I did that.

What I saw through Far Sight made by blood run cold for a moment. It took all my presence of mind not to teleport over right away, but I remembered that I had a pretense to uphold, so I hastily threw my coat on my back as I exclaimed, "Training's over!" towards everyone, and then added a curt, "[Stay alert!] for Brang in particular before I dashed into the adjacent room housing the local magic closet while ignoring the baffled looks directed my way. I hastily slammed the door shut behind me with a loud bang, and by the time the sound would have died down, I was already in my living room.

What I saw was, in short, complete and utter chaos. My sofa was turned over, and it had a large gash on its side, through which I could even see the springs. My coffee table was broken right in half, and my carpets were scattered around the floor and stained by a spray of blood. There, right in the middle of this whole horrible spectacle, was an injured Faun holding up a half-broken dining chair in defense, kind of like how an animal trainer would do so in a circus show, while opposite to him stood a very familiar and dangerous woman.

Miss creepy huntress had her patented slasher grin plastered on her face and she was standing in a low stance. She held her weapon high, her hands holding onto the hilt were drawn back next to her right ear, and her whole body was tense like a bowstring as she was preparing for a lunging stab. Said weapon, by the way, was one of those Japanese swords. I wanted to say 'katana' but it seemed too long and straight for that. Maybe some kind of fantasy variant?

More importantly, the whole blade of her sword was purple in color, with only its edge being a slightly lighter shade, closer to pink. Furthermore, the entire sword was giving off a dark, magenta mist that swirled quite eerily around the blade, plus the purple cloth in which it was originally wrapped was attached to the end of the handle and was for some reason billowing behind her as if she was in a tornado or something. The way it moved was also just a wee bit unnatural, like poor CGI.

Now, while I would've loved to discuss real special effect failures in detail, and if Judy was around, it was guaranteed to turn into a skit, at the moment I had to ignore the topic in favor of the obvious question that I asked without any further delay.

"What the bloody hell is going on here!?"

My sudden cry finally made the two combatants aware of my presence, and while Karukk only twitched as he glanced at me in surprise, miss huntress shuddered so hard that her stance practically collapsed.

I was still in the dark about what happened here, but my brain, probably because it was still in a higher gear after the sparring matches, immediately categorized the situation as an 'opportunity', and so I instinctively moved to capitalize on it by looking over the carnage with my best theatrical show of dismay.

I exclaimed, "What have you done to my living room!?" closely followed by a dramatic groan, the latter of which I used as a handy way to disguise my Faunish directed at the frozen Karukk. "[Cease standing around akin to an imbecile of the highest order and vacate my domicile while I distract her!]"

The stupid look on the Faun's face thankfully only lasted for a split second, and he let out a gut-shaking battle cry that actually translated to, "[G-Got it boss! I'll go and hide!]"

Declaring so, Karukk jumped away from the crazy huntress and towards me, and in order to keep in line with the hasty script I threw together in my head, I helpfully grabbed hold of his uninjured shoulder and used his momentum to throw him towards the open door leading to the street. After a series of panicked noises the big guy rolled to break his fall, and then he sprang to his feet and rushed right through the door which, as I just noticed, was also broken. The moment he was through, he activated what I, in retrospect, realized was his cloaking sigil and dashed into the early evening twilight. I made sure he was out of sight before I turned my attention towards the only remaining person in the house... who was looking at me like a little kid whose toy was taken away.

"It's gone," she muttered with a dejected expression, completely defenseless and missing all the menace she possessed just ten seconds ago, and tried as I might, I failed a suppress the mother of all exasperated groans escaping my mouth.

That said, this time I wasn't flustered. Now granted, this situation was unexpected and pretty outrageous, but unlike the time I met this creepy hunter lady in the amusement park, I wasn't on the back foot. As a prelude to my verbal assault, I once again observed the sorry state of the living room, and then I leveled my first question at my unwanted guest.

"What exactly are you doing here?"

Miss huntress gave me one of her trademarked 'What a dumb question to ask,' looks before simply stating, "We came to pay you a visit."

"Why?"

"Because we were patrolling the neighborhood," she answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So you decided to break down my door."

"There was a creature of the underworld in your home," she explained as if I didn't know. "When we found it, we couldn't restrain the unquenchable hunger of my blade, so we...!"

"I don't care!" I cut her off and then pointed at her weapon. "Also, stop waving your sword around already. It's dangerous."

She gave me an irritated frown, then she extended the hand holding her weapon towards me as if to show it off, and she told me, "Look. Onikiri still thirsts for blood."

"I told you I don't care."

She looked at me, then down at the sword, then back at me, her expression slowly growing more and more puzzled.

"But it's the rule that we must drench her blade in blood before she can be sheathed."

"This is my house. Here, I set the rules, and one of the rules is that you are not allowed to wave an unsheathed weapon around in my bloody living room."

"Really? Let us see what Onikiri says." After saying that, she closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again, her previous confusion seemed to have completely evaporated. "Onikiri says it's important for an effective hunter to observe the inferior and silly customs of the natives when on a hunt abroad."

A talking sword? How come I wasn't even surprised anymore?

"Natives, huh?" I muttered seemingly under my breath, but in truth, it was just the kind of segue I was waiting for to prod her further. "I already figured you weren't from around here, but where did you actually come from?"

Before she answered, my oblivious home invader held her sword vertically, with the blade pointing at the floor. When she did that, the unnaturally billowing shroud trailing from its end came to a halt, only to suddenly come alive again and tightly wrap itself around the whole sword like some kind of textile constrictor snake. It was all done in a matter of seconds, and by the end of it, even the familiar bead chain reappeared from somewhere.

Only after her weapon was hidden in plain sight again did the huntress let out a sigh and answer, "We came from the East."

"Anything more specific?"

"... Japan," she stated dourly, apparently annoyed by my insistent inquiry. Oh boy, if only she knew it was just the beginning...

"I see," I whispered softly, though 'I figured' would have been more fitting. The not-katana was kind of a giveaway. "You came a long way just to trash my living room."

"Preposterous," she huffed and puffed at my accusation, then she slung her bundled up sword across her shoulder and declared, "Our intervention just revealed a cowardly ambush the despicable creatures of the world's darkest corners schemed against you. We demand appreciation."

"Oh, yes, I greatly appreciate what you've done to my house. I love the new décor, especially the bloodstains on the floor. Very art deco."

"No, you are supposed to appreciate our intervention," she told me like she was explaining dinner etiquette to a kindergartener, prompting me to let out a groan of frustration.

"It's called sarcasm, woman! Learn to recognize it!" I paused here for a second and then decided to throw in a few technical truths to get the conversation rolling again by saying, "I've been fighting a small horde of Fauns for the past hour, and I already knew one was here. There was no reason to 'intervene' and break my stuff."

"You have been hunting as well?" my unwanted guest's eyes opened wide and the corners of her lips began to drift apart into a familiar grin, then suddenly she exclaimed, "We understand it now!"

"Pray tell, what do you understand?" I asked her wearily, which unfortunately promoted her smile to completely shift into slasher mode.

"We didn't understand why you appeared so aloof and weak the last time, but now we have a full understanding of your strategy. Instead of searching the land for worthy prey, you created a trap with yourself as the bait! You made the creatures of the underworld think you were vulnerable, only to close the iron jaws of your cruel trap around them from the inside! A truly unique way to hunt!"

Now it was my turn to award her a 'What the bloody hell is this person blabbering about?' look, but eventually I decided that I might as well run with her wild delusions and tell her, "I'm glad you finally realized why breaking into my house was unnecessary."

"We should've been more perceptive. Accept our apologies," she suddenly bowed to me, but before I could respond, she immediately straightened herself and gave me a brilliant, yet just as unnerving smile. "We are glad you take our contest so seriously."

"Contest?" I whispered to myself in surprise, but then I remembered that she did get me one-sidedly involved in one. Speaking of which, since she had a better impression of me this time around, I figured this was the best time for me to draw some further information out of her regarding her target… but then she suddenly began walking towards the front door. "Wha..? Where are you going?"

"Our pride as a hunter cannot allow us to stay idle while our rival is one step ahead! We shall…!"

"Hold on for a moment! Don't just leave a conversation whenever you please!"

Miss creepy huntress gave me an odd look and asked, "We don't think there is anything else for us to discuss."

"Yes, there is!" I countered, getting steadily fed up with her. "You haven't even told me your name, for example."

"We have not?"

"No, you haven't."

She paused for a few seconds, as if searching her memories, then she crossed her hands in front of her chest, conspicuously averted her eyes, and then muttered something along the lines of, "The rules of our clan forbid us to share our name with outsiders… but we are fellow hunters of the darkness… and you are our rival…"

She kept on muttering, and while I really wanted to point out that I was not, under any traditional or sane definition, her 'rival', I was afraid it would throw her thoughts into another tangent and we wouldn't get anywhere. At last, after a few more seconds of hesitation, she let out a sharp breath through her nostrils and looked me in the eye again.

"We decided to grant you the knowledge of our name!"

"Um… thanks?" I responded a little weakly, but she didn't seem to mind.

"You may address us as Onikiri no Tsukaite Rinne."

"… That's obviously not your name but some kind of title, isn't it?"

"It is our name," she emphasized with a frown. "It is how we are addressed by our clan and family! I demand that you be grateful for allowing you to use it."

"Oh, I'm sooo grateful right now," I told her with a subtle roll of the eyes, but considering that she was satisfied by that, my first impression of her being completely unable to detect sarcasm seemed to be on the mark. "It's long though. Can I just call you Rinne?"

All of a sudden my unwanted home invader's face flushed crimson in anger and she hastily declared, while grabbing onto the wrapped up sword on her back, "Most certainly not! Even if we are fellows in the hunt, such informality is beyond shameless!"

"Fine, forget I asked!" I told her with my hands raised.

"We shall leave now! The hunt awaits, and Onikiri still thirsts for blood! We shall—"

"Before you go," I quickly called out to her again, partially to interrupt her once again before she could gather steam, but also because I still had one thing I absolutely had to do before she left. I took a step closer to her, my palms open and showing no foul play, and once I was in arm's reach, I slowly raised my right hand up to her cheek. "You have—" I tried to speak, but before I could get the words out, my instincts told me to dodge to the side, and I immediately complied. A split second later, her sword, still in its cloth wrap, cut through the space where my torso used to be.

"What are you doing!?" I exclaimed in alarm.

"That's our question to ask!" she exclaimed back with a scary expression on her face.

"You had a bit of blood, on your cheek, so I thought I would be nice and wipe it off for you," I told her while poking at my own face for reference. Of course, there was no blood on her, but as I recently discovered, I needed actual skin contact to tag someone for Far Sight, and since she was wearing gloves, her face was the only exposed surface I could use.

She kept looking at me with a furious scowl, but when I didn't make any further moves, she hastily raised her arm to her face and rubbed both her cheeks with her suit's sleeve.

"It's gone now," she stated while still gripping her bundled blade.

"Actually, you still have a bit over there. Just let me help you and…" I attempted to step closer, but she jumped back and simultaneously swung at me once more, forcing me to dodge again. "Hey, stop that! It's dangerous!" I reprimanded her, but in the blink of an eye, she was already under the doorframe of the entrance.

"We know what you're doing!" she yelled at me while gripping her weapon with both hands. "You are trying to use your devious ways to confuse our minds and hinder our hunt! We shall not fall into your trap! No matter how you attempt to approach us, you will not distract us away from our calling any longer!"

"I have no idea what you—" I tried to persuade her, but the moment she finished talking, she turned around and dashed out of my house. I briefly entertained the thought of chasing after her with my teleportation ability just so that I could tag her, but the moment she reached the sidewalk, she suddenly jumped at least ten meters high into the air and disappeared behind the next row of houses. I guess she didn't skip leg day, huh?

In the end, I couldn't help but sigh in frustration. It was our second meeting, and I still didn't manage to tag her. Furthermore, she was now on guard against me, so any further attempts would just lead to even more resistance. Why did all the women I knew have to be so difficult?

Speaking of which, what was up with her behavior at the end there? Did she have androphobia? No, she was starting to act weird even before that. I mean, 'weird' compared to her previous conduct. Was it around the time I called her by her name that she…?

"Oh, fuck me," I uttered under my breath when the realization finally dawned on me. She was from Japan. There is a Japanese trope about 'first name basis' when the only people who are supposed to call people by their first name were family, very close friends, and lovers. I inadvertently did just that, and she seemed furious, but… what if she was embarrassed instead? And then I tried to touch her, and she had an overt reaction, but while she swung her sword at me, it was still wrapped up and lacked any clear intent to injure me. Q.E.D.:

"… I really need to ask Judy to let me in on those anti-harem countermeasures before things would get out of hand."

I let out another sigh and decided to look on the bright side of things. If I somehow managed to accidentally make her develop some form of affection towards me, then at least it meant she'd be less of a possible threat towards me and my friends. Unless she was a yandere, in which case I was screwed either way.

While I was pondering about these things, I noticed that there were some shuffling sounds coming from outside my door. I walked up to the ruined doorframe and looked outside, and it didn't take me long to notice Karukk hiding behind the tree in the front yard. His hazy outlines told me that he was still cloaked while pressing a hand against his left shoulder, so I gestured for him to come in.

He did just that, and since my door was off its hinges, I set it against the frame the best I could before turning towards him and asking, "[Is your injury a threat to your continued existence?]"

"[It's just a flesh wound,]" Karukk replied with a wince. "[It could still use some field dressing.]"

"[If so, I shall request my companion of the empyrean race to treat your wound later. For now, please enlighten me of the highly improbable excrement that transpired within these walls.]"

"[It's a short story,]" he answered after a short hiss of pain. "[I was minding the place when the doorbell rang. I went up to the door to see who it was when this crazy broad stabbed me right through the door, then she kicked it down and tried to cut me to ribbons.]"

"[She obviously failed in her endeavor.]"

"[Not for lack of trying,]" the Faun told me with a strained smile, then added, "[If you didn't show up when you did, I'd be dead right now. I barely managed to hold my own for ten seconds.]

"[Restrain your equines. This thorough desecration of my abode occurred in ten breaths' time?]"

"[Roughly,]" he confirmed with a nod. "[Sorry boss. She caught me off guard.]"

"You weren't the only one," I muttered to myself, then gestured for him to sit down and said, "[Rest, lest you aggravate your wounds. I shall bring aid within the minute.]"

"[Thanks, boss,]" Karukk lightly bowed to me with a strained smile before sitting down.

This time I didn't bother with going to the magical closet, and instead I immediately teleported over to the secret base. As my vision blurred, I couldn't help but feel that, contrary to my previous words, this day was far from over.