The transmigrator found Rilu's way of fighting eerily beautiful. No wasted movements, each action leading to the next. This elevated his understanding of how system users battled. Compare to him who just swung his sword like a barbarian, Rilu gracefully performed like a ballerina at a recital. He suddenly felt ashamed saying he knew how to fight.
Quickly approaching the ground Hiro didn't want to get left behind, the only way one can improve came in the form of repetition. If you could only swing a sword. Then swing it till your arms numb and go even beyond that.
Hiro aimed his sword at the closes monster in his descent and imagined his weapon growing enough to reach it. "[SWORD DRIVER]! [Straight Pierce]! " The [Blade of Mitsurugi] answered his call and extended to stab the dragsaurian he pointed to.
