A Thick Saber

The courtyard was narrow and small, but the walls were very tall, which made the whole courtyard look like the lower half of a giant chimney.

He was a Green-faced killer, and he just stood in the courtyard with his head slightly down and a sword, one the likes of which not many people in Golden Roc Castle would use, in his hand. Occasionally, he would jab out with it, but not once did he seem satisfied.

It had been three full days, but his memories of the swordsmanship of that Central Plainsman didn't blur a single bit. Instead, it became clearer and clearer as he recalled it over and over again.

That Central Plainsman's sword strikes were fast, but not too fast for the Green-faced killer to parry or dodge.

That Central Plainsman's sword strikes were steady, but most Green-faced killers could reach this level if they kept practicing their swordsmanship for over ten years.