"If you don't understand what I said, then just think of it as my instincts. My gut feeling a telling me that you will surprise me. So I want to spar with you."
Suii—
"Now," after saying what he had to say, Yato summoned a katana from the pocket space of his dimensional ring. "Ready your sword, Lucas."
I hesitated for a moment, glancing at the katana in his hand. Yato seemed unfazed, his eyes filled with anticipation. Without further delay, I unsheathed my sword and took a combat stance.
As the tension in the air escalated, Yato made the first move. In an instant, he closed the distance between us, katana poised for a strike. His movements were fluid, precise, and executed with an almost unnatural grace.
Reacting on instinct, I parried his attack, the clash of our weapons echoing in the training ground. Yato's strength was evident, and I could feel the force behind each of his strikes.
