Cling, Cling, Cling—!!
The entire snowy meadow resonated with the resounding clash of cold, hard steel as our weapons collided.
Though the sun hung high in the sky, the air was still an icy chill in the snowy southern mountains.
Four hours had passed since we started going at each other with everything we've got.
I used every ounce of my strength and unleashed an unrelenting barrage of spear thrusts upon Leo, determined to push him out of the circle he drew on the ground.
Yet, with effortless and masterful movements, Leo redirected, parried, or blocked each of my spear strikes with his Katana.
It was frustrating—to channel every bit of strength I had in me into my strikes, only for them not to end up connecting!
Finally, for the fifth time maybe, I ran out of patience.
Cling—!!
