Progression [1]

Swoosh—!

Brandon swung his sword, taking in every detail he remembered at the top of his head after watching Evelyn's recordings.

—While the basics put emphasis on footwork, of course, you already know that.

Her voice echoed in his mind.

—But it's more than just footwork. You're not dancing—you're commanding the battlefield.

Evelyn's teachings were never far from his thoughts. Even now, with her gone, it was like she was right there, correcting his form and guiding his strikes.

Thump!

His foot hit the ground in a perfect pivot, the weight shifting as his body twisted. 

His blade followed the momentum, cutting a clean arc through the space before him.

—Remember, don't rely on strength alone. Feel the mana. Let it flow through your limbs, through your weapon.

"Huu…."

Brandon exhaled slowly, feeling the familiar warmth of mana course through his veins.