L'aubeDawn broke, and the sun gently touched the shoulder of the mountain, illuminating the sky with its soft light.
Cliff was already awake, training with Rakahn near the base, by the canal—an outlet for them to release tension and better master their bodies.
Yet, their confrontation was far from a simple friendly exercise. They engaged in an intense duel, wielding their swords with a precision akin to a dance where each partner continuously sought to outdo the other.
Cliff was roughly twice as strong as Rakahn in terms of raw power, and they were equally matched in weapon mastery. Cliff took pride in receiving personal guidance from Kido himself, the sole sword master he knew.
A sword master wasn't something Cliff truly understood. He had always heard others refer to Kido as such and assumed it was a title granted to someone who had reached an exceedingly high level of sword mastery. At least, that was what he thought.
