It was all for good reason.
After all, who didn't want to become stronger? Even if Azel couldn't fully master the technique, even if the World Cutting Slash remained beyond his complete grasp, there was still value in learning the basics.
A technique like that wasn't something one stumbled across every day.
If he could take even fragments of its foundation, he could use them to strengthen his own swordsmanship.
There was no rule that said growth had to stop. No rule that said he had reached his limit. And Azel had no intention of staying still.
"Wait," Azariah interrupted suddenly.
His deep voice echoed in the chamber as he extended his hand and gripped Azel's wrist.
His palm was rough and calloused, with countless marks that Azel could see where from swinging his sword too much probably.
The touch sent a small shock up Azel's arm but it didn't feel weird.
