Michael looked at Silas for a second as he continued. "I see that you have improved. Are we finally taking the small baby steps now?"
Silas looked at Michael as he took a small sip from the cup; he instinctively nodded to his words.
His voice came low, and his hands clutched his knees. "Yes, I have tried to learn the basics." He muttered under his breath; his eyes fell on his sword, which was kept near the wardrobe.
Michael kept the cup down on the table as he stood up gently, looking at Silas's eyes. Then he took his hands behind his waist and stood there.
His expression started to change into something that wasn't less than serious. "So, in this session, I'll teach you the real basics of my technique."
He extended his right hand forward as he closed it slightly and muttered something under his breath.
Suddenly, a light started to cover up his hand, and then a sword, which had a gorgeous white blade with golden markings on.
