Chapter: 106 The Pathetic Thorn
A few minute ago...
The guild attendants carried in a massive block of dense, iron-hardened wood — a testing material that had broken more than a few blades in its time. They set it firmly in place before Ethan.
The examiner, a seasoned swordsman with salt-streaked hair and a scar across his jaw, folded his arms.
"Step forward," he said. "All you need is a single, clean cut. If you cannot, then you're not ready for B rank."
Ethan walked forward, his boots echoing against the stone floor. He studied the block carefully, frowning. The surface was smooth, but the fibers looked tightly packed — tougher than steel in places. There was no way to gauge the exact amount of force required.
Should I hold back, or…? Ethan's eyes narrowed. No. If I want to make this convincing, I can't afford half-measures. I'll use everything.
