- After I saw a man standing in front of me I put my guard up and asked, Who are you?
- A man was standing in front of me who looked like he is in his 30s had long, flowing silver hair that cascaded down his back, catching the light like spun moonlight. He possessed an imposing physique, clearly a warrior, and strapped to his back was a magnificent Odachi sword, its immense length hinting at both its power and the skill required to wield it.
- " I am a man who travels across the continent and my name is Logan, I was walking until I saw you training and thought you knew how to wield a sword but you have the wrong sword" Logan.
- He is right, I have trained in shinai and it was a training for a katana and I have a western sword, so I struggle with it.
- " If you want to train you can have this" Logan.
- He pulled out a katana from his storage magic and gave it to me, I was shocked.
- " You can have this and train with it." Logan.
- The katana felt surprisingly light in my hand, its balance perfect. "Thank you, Logan," I said, a new resolve stirring within me. "I accept your offer." Leon.
- Logan nodded, a faint smile touching his lips. "Good. We'll start tomorrow at dawn. Be prepared, for true mastery comes only with relentless discipline and an understanding of the blade's soul."
- I was stunned by the sudden training he said but I accepted it. Over the next few weeks, Logan pushed me harder than I'd ever been pushed before. He taught me not just the physical movements of the sword , but the philosophy behind it – the importance of focus, precision, and the harmony between body and sword. He showed me how to read an opponent's intent, how to move like water, and how to strike with both power and grace. My western sword, I trained with, now felt clumsy and unwieldy in comparison.
- One evening, after a particularly gruelling session, Logan watched me practice my forms. "You're improving," he finally said, his voice quiet. "But there's still a part of you that holds back, a hesitation. You must become one with the blade, not just wield it."
- He then demonstrated a series of movements so fluid and fast that my eyes could barely follow. His Odachi seemed to disappear and reappear, a blur of silver. When he finished, he looked at me, his eyes piercing. "The sword is an extension of your will. If your will wavers, so too will your sword. Now, show me your spirit."
- I took a deep breath, focusing on everything Logan had taught me. I closed my eyes for a moment, picturing the perfect strike, feeling the weight of the katana in my hand. When I opened them, a new determination burned within me. This wasn't just about training anymore; it was about discovering a strength I never knew I possessed.
- After 6 months I finished my training and had the last Duel with Logan who has become my sensei, he taught me everything he knew from wielding a sword to secret techniques and the match ended in a draw.
- " You truly are a gifted child to learn all my skills in a short amount of time " Logan.
- " Thank you sensei this is all thanks to your training and teaching I reached this height" Leon.
- After our training he wanted to go but he stopped and stared at me and asked.
- " Do you know how to use magic? Logan.
- " I know but I am not good at it." Leon.
- After I said that he looked at me and a wide, mischievous grin spread across his face. "Perfect," he said, his eyes sparkling with an idea. "Then our next lesson begins now. We'll start with the basics of elemental manipulation. What do you say, Leon? Ready to bend the very forces of nature to your will?" Logan.
- " Sensei what do you mean you will teach me magic? Leon.
- " I looked at you and learned you have all the attributes and the sub-attributes like me, so I will teach you everything." Logan.
- " Sensei, why are you teaching me all your knowledge and getting nothing out of it? Leon.
- " You will learn it after you finish your training." Logan.