"Your sword with just the essence of swordsmanship should be more powerful than anything you can do with this blue bat shit."
Ifrit's words reverberated in her mind multiple times. Rin wasn't laughing or crying anymore instead she was simply thinking to herself.
Thinking how she could believe in her sword more.
'Is it because I am focused on using too many techniques at the same time?'
She wondered and her carefree attitude was because the time was still stopped.
It had been just four days since she had entered the black house and she had already learned too much to use everything all at once.
Rin appeared on a surface of dark water which was in a dark place where an exact copy of her wooden sword floated in front of her and slightly illuminated that dark space with its dim shine.
'Tap, Tap, Tap.'
