Sparring Session
Without hesitation, I lunged forward, my movements swift and focused. The snow beneath my feet crunched as I closed the distance, intent on executing a precise strike. Yato, however, moved with an almost ethereal grace, effortlessly sidestepping my attack.
"Too slow," he remarked, his voice cutting through the air. "Speed alone won't bring death. Your strikes need purpose, a clear intent to overcome your opponent."
'Damnit if only I could mana right now but he forbids me to use it.'
I turned back and ran at him at full speed with Sin Of Sword in my hand.
Cling, Cling, Cling—!!
The entire snowy meadow resonated with the resounding clash of cold, hard steel as our weapons collided.
Though the sun hung high in the sky, the air was still an icy chill in the snowy southern mountains.