Ryu stood in silence, his white robes fluttering in the wind.
The last week had passed with great speed, almost as though it was the blink of an eye. One would have thought that for the likes of Ryu, such time would have passed by exceptionally slowly, especially since this was a day he would be putting his life on the line, but he was just as relaxed now as he had been back then.
His hands clasped behind his back and his two Great Swordstaffs floated gently without a touch in the same position they had always been in. They reflected a black and white light, appearing to be a different sort of beauty depending on how one gazed upon them, and at which angles one did so. It wasn't the kind of treasure one would ever guess to have been crafted by a youth like Ryu even though it was only at the Sovereign Grade.
None of his enemies were present yet despite the fact the Sect's walls were lined with people, but Ryu didn't seem to react to this at all.
