Sparks flew in all directions as wood clashed against wood. It would normally be impossible for sparks to fly out of wood, but the situation changed when two sword masters clashed.
The professor pivoted her foot and twisted her torso. Like a perfect machine, without giving a single hint about her next action, she changed the grip on her sword and brought it to my face.
I leaned back and slammed my foot on the ground. A small stone flew up and smashed against her sword.
She was thrown off balance and hesitated.
Chance.
Returning the favor in the same way as her, I switched up my grip and swung the blade toward her face.
Precise form sacrificed practicality.
The professor's muscles tensed as she noticed the blade coming her way, in the blink of an eye, she held the flat end of my sword with her fingers and re-angled it.
"Woah!" I yelped as I twisted and fell to the ground.
"Haah, are you alright?"
"That was a very cool trick, prof. I didn't even know that could be done."
