Days had passed since the battle. Valttair had forced Trafalgar to remain within Morgain Castle, insisting he recover fully from the nosebleeds and strain caused by Sword Insight. The boy had no choice but to comply.
During that time, Trafalgar rested… though not entirely. More than once, he slipped away to practice his newest prize: [Morgain's Final Crescent]. The first time he conjured that inverted crescent slash, even in its incomplete form, his eyes lit up like a child playing with a brand-new toy car. The weight of the blade, the afterimage it left in the air—it made him grin despite the pounding headaches.
