"The divine movements of The Magic Swordsman." The soldiers went crazy at Iwan's mana dancing.
No matter how much they tried copying his movement, not one of them could reach the level where their movements could be called mana dancing.
The magicians tried Mana Dancing but even they failed.
Archers also failed to cast the magic, mana dancing.
Iwan glanced at the soldiers.
The many soldiers, so many that a sweat bead was rolling down Iwan's nervous face.
'They keep on calling me 'the magic swordsman' from the legend and whatnot.' Iwan mumbled while hiding the fact that he was enjoying being called a magic swordsman.
Only here, in Elmgar, he could momentarily discard the weight of his various identities.
Iwan's gaze swept past all the soldiers as he noticed some of them trying the mana dancing.
Not some, but many were literally dancing.
Some were looking like, they were in the midst of horse riding.
