Nostalgic Training

Asura felt quite calm, walking towards the second stage with Vela and Ignis while the others stood and watched as the atmosphere grew rapidly. He watched as Vela unsheathed her blade with a focused gaze. "Asura, please, don't hold back."

"Are you sure?" He didn't want to boast or insult her. However, the difference between them grew significantly from the moment they last trained together and now.

Vela gave a bitter smile, her lips curling with a slight tremble while she gazed at him with a sharp gaze. "Don't get too confident."

Her movements and her gaze became slightly nervous, which he noticed after a while. The others took their steps back until it cleared a wide area.

"Ready."

Asura didn't use his father's sword. Instead, he used Nova, a similar type of sword to Vela, but it was of a Silvaran style, not Eastern. Its sheath was ebony black with a blue blade. He swung it down, and without waiting for another signal, he sprinted forward.