The ocean roared beneath them, waves cresting with violent bursts of white foam as they crashed against the ship. On the deck of the 'Black Rose', tension hung as thick as the salty sea spray in the air.
"Swordsman" Il's gaze settled on the young man before him, a large sword slung awkwardly at his side. The midday sun cast a harsh light, draping a halo of golden brilliance around the young man's silhouette.
Despite his formidable appearance of his sword, this young warrior, known as Ryan Leland, seemed the least threatening when compared to the more sinister figures of the Dark Moon Witch and the Knight Girl. Il could discern this with a mere glance at Ryan's spiritual essence, which shimmered weakly around him.
The essence of a warrior's prowess, after all, lay in their spirituality, the deeper and more vibrant this force, the greater the harmony between the warrior and their chosen path, and the more potent their abilities.