Th vibrations from the impact of the Crescent blade slowly died down as the mana vanished instead of dispersing after coming in contact with the wall.
In the middle of the second part, Rin was standing forty feet away from the wall. Her face was red while her eyes were on the wooden sword that was in her hand.
"I-I always wanted to name a sword technique that was mine. I finally did it."
Rin mumbled to herself as she had come a long way.
From waking up in a body of a girl who had never left her small house on some remote island at the ends of the Eden Continent, to a student of the Asgard Academy. A student who had already named a sword technique.
"I can finally chase him."
