Days slowly passed. Two months after the first fight between Silia and Royal, Lin was standing on the training grounds, currently practicing strikes with his katana against an iron dummy.
He took a deep breath in, then out, and sharply delivered a horizontal strike at the dummy's waist!
Whoosh!
Chzz!
The katana managed to cut five centimeters deep, but then quickly stopped inside the dummy. Lin sighed when he saw the result, quietly pulled the blade out, and got ready to strike again.
"Every strike, every cut I've made… there were so many that I've lost count. I don't even dare to try — I make 300 to 400 swings every day, yet there's no progress… This weapon has a nasty temper. Maybe I should change it?" Lin looked closely at the violet blade, wondering if he should swap it for another katana.
