The doors to the training room opened as an officer entered.
"Let's see I should get my muscles moving—" He pinched his biceps and chest a bit as he mumbled but then suddenly his eyes focused on the scene before him, making him pause and look in horror.
In front of him was a person holding a wooden sword as he performed what he knew as basic swings. But the reason behind his sudden pause lay in the fact that the beauty emanating from those swings resonated with the emotions deep within his heart.
As the person before him made an unsheathing motion and connected it swiftly with a swing that traversed from the bottom to the above. The resultant motion looked clean and neat yet the officer felt a chill run down his back as if he had been placed on a battlefield and was about to be slaughtered by that blade.
