The sound of the collapsing table startled the little girl. She furrowed her brow and tears rolled down her cheeks.
But Yuki couldn't attend to the little girl at the moment. He exclaimed, "Master, how did you do it?"
"It wasn't me who did it, it was the sword that did." Xiang Shan shook his head, bent over, and observed the cut. At the very beginning of the cut—near the point where it made contact with the sword edge—the cut was as smooth as a mirror, as if it were directly cast that way.
However, the further the slash trace extended, the rougher it became. At the end of the trace, it resembled more a torn wound.
It was just the result of a gentle tap.
Xiang Shan knew there was more to this sword than that.
The direction that the slash trace extended was consistent with the direction the sword edge pointed.
However, when he had gently tapped the sword against the table, he intentionally made the force vector slightly offset from the direction of the sword edge.
