However, there was only so far her talents could get her until she became stumped. Even the Jungle Lord was stumped on how to move forward. No matter how many swings they did to mimic the Captain, it was as if the Soul of the Technique was refusing them.
Number of hours later, and the number of spars that happened, both of them made not even a metre of progress into the attack. All kinds of overhead swings they did came out basic and boring.
Refined and efficient swings, but boring nonetheless.
And not only that, but as the day drew near, the more stress Lillian felt as she swung the cutlass about, clashing it against the Jungle Lord as she roared out the names of techniques one by one.
She had yet to awaken the cutlass! And neither had the Jungle Lord either!
The requirements needed to awaken the cutlass were to be filled with a heart-clenching amount of desperation towards succeeding in a certain task...
