Yoma(Part-4)
Looking at the split scarecrow, Apollo couldn't help but be surprised. "I did that?" He raised the wooden sword to observe it closely. The wooden sword had sharp edges, but they weren't enough to cut into anything unless it was paper.
Apollo glanced at the half scarecrow and then at the sword in front of him.
Suddenly, the earlier scene of a martial student using this scarecrow as a training dummy came to mind. Is it because of him? Apollo frowned.
There was only one way to find out. Apollo turned to the other scarecrows. They were scattered across the training ground, originally numbering ten. Now there were only nine remaining.
He walked to the nearest scarecrow, took a look around to make sure no one was watching, and, finding no one, he attacked the scarecrow with a horizontal slash. He felt the same slight resistance before the sword's trajectory became smooth.
Apollo waited.