In the early morning, all around was quiet.
A slender youth held a dark red greatsword, swinging it around in the Stele Forest. Upon closer inspection, one would realize that he wasn't practicing any profound swordsmanship but rather the most basic sword technique common on the Spirit Martial Continent.
Although it was a basic technique, the youth didn't show any signs of perfunctory effort. He put his full strength into each strike, meticulously executing the moves. Chop, stab, sweep, slash… These fundamental moves repeated over and over in the youth's hands.
After hundreds of repetitions, the youth sheathed his sword, thrusting the dark red greatsword into the ground, then slowly exhaled.
Shh!
