"Follow me."
Atticus followed Cedric to the middle of the hall where a small white building was situated. He could still remember his experience inside this building; it was where he had learned the second katana art.
Upon entering, Atticus was greeted by a completely pristine white room with nothing inside.
"I'm sure you know how this goes by now. Walk to the middle and begin your training," Cedric instructed.
Atticus nodded seriously at Cedric's instructions and began walking toward the middle of the hall. The process was still fresh in his mind from the last time he trained here, and, just as before, the same thing happened.
A man that Atticus knew all too well appeared in the middle of the hall before Atticus could reach there, a katana sheathed at his left waist. It was the katana's avatar, though it wasn't radiating an aura as intense as the one seated on the throne.
