Release the breath, loosen your muscles, widen your senses and dance.
His body moved as Alex closed his eyes and moved around the room. His body flawlessly moved in an arc, from the left in a wide 'C' moving toward the position which was just parallel to his previous position.
No footsteps were heard, and no Soul energy was used. It was the art of swordsmanship which has taught him brutality and now, the same arts allowed him to show grace with lethality.
His blade swung, in a very delicate arc, not waving his muscles enough to let it stress. He just needed it to swing like he was waving it at someone—no harm intended.
However, the moment Alex's blade swung, the paper he earlier hung by the curtain rod, was split in perfect two—not showing only the sharpness of the blade but the precision of the swordsman as well.
Alex came to a halt and looked at the paper. He finally released his breath and felt his vision instantly darkening.