Michael stared at the words for a while, a sour expression still painted on his face. 'What is with this naming sense? Who was the lunatic who was calling these techniques such lame names?'
After a while he finally managed to recover, albeit reluctantly. The truth of the matter was that he had found a sword technique from the manual, so he should be ecstatic, regardless of the name. However that still didn't make it easier to swallow.
Before Michael could dwell too long on the horrible naming sense of the creator, the world around him seemed to shift. The figure on the page, previously confined to its paper prison, lowered its sword and fixed its gaze directly upon him. It was as if the figure had transcended the boundaries of ink and parchment, its presence reaching out into the depths of his soul realm.
