"Attack from the left front—" Otarais's voice was cool and calm as she fought alongside him.
"Seize the knight's attack gap!"
"Don't miss this retreat."
"Pursue!"
"Blocking this sword first has the best effect."
"Huh, little guy, how did you do that?" Otarais was suddenly taken aback; she noticed that sometimes Brand seemed to understand the enemy's intentions even better than she could. She relied on centuries of experience, yet the events occurring with Brand seemed too astonishing to be explained away as mere talent.
Even Otarais was surprised by someone's innate skill in swordsmanship.
Ghert, even Ghert didn't have such good talent, right?
She thought.
But in this moment of battle, the scene displayed in Brand's eyes was a different picture altogether. He saw golden lines appearing, sketching a complex image:
