<3rd Person>
"You insolent brat!" The man, draped in a flowing blue robe, bellowed with rage.
With a swift motion, he drew his sword, the glint of steel flashing in the light of the hall.
Then, he sliced through the air, cutting a path towards its target with deadly precision.
As he lunged towards Yuki, his movements blurred with incredible speed, leaving bystanders frozen in shock. Even Yuki herself barely had time to register the threat. But, in the face of imminent danger, she remained composed.
There was no hint of fear in her eyes. Instead, they burned with an unyielding confidence, reflecting the absolute trust she held in her master.
Suddenly, a ripple of energy crackled through the air, and a long black whip materialized behind her. With a thunderous crack, the whip lashed out, intercepting the man's sword with precision.
BOOOOOOM!
