After the conversation ended, Leon went outside once again to practice his sword art.
His fingers moved across the hilt of his sword. Bracing it as if it was his own extension, bending his knees ever so slightly, Leon's gaze fixated on the dried-up tree just a few metres away from him.
He stood perpendicularly to the tree, raising his silver sword in front, his feet switched, and as he brought his arm down, a whistling sound followed after.
WEEeeeeee–!
Immediately, he pulsed mana inside his body before the whistling sound faded away.
"Haaah!"
As he did, the air particles around the edge of his blade started to vibrate slowly.
Leon could feel it.
A grin crossed his face as the arc his blade generated gloriously shot straight toward the tree and struck it vertically.
For a second, a bright light followed the sword's path. When the light faded away, Leon saw the dried-up tree split into two, still falling from both the split angles.
