A Swordswoman's Humble Request
To know how a single strike could reach such a terrifying height.
Evelyne remained kneeling in the cold earth, her fingers pressed against the ground as the last traces of that overwhelming sword intent slowly faded from the cave.
The silence afterward was almost unbearable.
Only a faint wind passed through the mouth of the cave, carrying the scent of stone and dust. Somewhere outside, leaves rustled softly, completely unaware that within this secluded place, a swordswoman's entire understanding of the sword had just been overturned.
Her voice finally broke through the silence.
"Please teach me your way of the sword!"
There was no arrogance in those words.
No calculation.
No hidden motive.
Only sincerity.
Evelyne's head remained lowered as she waited.
She had never imagined herself asking another person to become her teacher.
