First Arc End
After a long moment of silence, Dylan finally mustered up his consciousness to ask, "What do you mean by your father's martial arts?"
Breathing in and breathing out, Yelena finally managed to calm her raging heart down a little bit and replied, "I mean what I said. The weapon art which that redhead used belongs to my father."
"Like… you mean your father created that technique? That spear art where he used a swordsman stance?"
Yelena gulped and closed her eyes. She didn't speak a word and only nodded her head.
After a second or two, she clarified, "Well, in truth, it's a secret weapon art belonging to our Morningstar house. I don't know how someone outside of our family came into its possession."
"Is it possible that he just stole the technique manual from you guys?" Dylan inquired.
"Not possible," Yelena shook her head and began explaining. "Not a single manual is present for that technique. My father has it in his head."