Ascension
Ryu's palms flipped upward, causing his Great Swordstaffs to flip through the air, over his head, and toward his back.
SHIIIING!
The twin pair of polearm swords crossed with a wild vibration. Sharp sword qi shot into the surroundings like a whirling cyclone, shredding everything in its path before they were deathly silent.
Ryu took a step forward, his expression calm and unhurried. To his back, two crossed great swordstaffs hovered behind him, following like a pair of obedient children with their auras restrained to an extreme.
As he walked, Ryu strapped his grandfather's bow to his back. Although he was capable of forging a stronger bow, he didn't. Quite frankly, he didn't think it mattered. With his current level of skill, no matter how weak his bow, as long as you were within shot of his combat prowess, you could forget about dodging.