In the Relic Space.
Mr. Husky and the Little Sword Spirit were still training against the King of Sudden Death.
"Ziha ziha..."
Mr. Husky, with the Sword Grass in his mouth, had his drool frozen into icicles as he made slashing attacks.
"Woof!"
The Little Sword Spirit, in its Husky incarnation as a crescent scythe, bent its sword-formed spiritual body, brandishing its sword in a dog-like manner, constantly flying around and chopping at the King of Sudden Death.
"Roar!!!"
The King of Sudden Death had a headache.
If it were just Mr. Husky, the King of Sudden Death would consider taking a hit to counter, to increase Mr. Husky's training intensity.
Let Mr. Husky experience the wickedness of the King of Shield Return.
However, because Mr. Husky had brought a little Sword Spirit with him, the King of Sudden Death didn't feel it was right to retaliate, afraid that a single counterattack might instantly obliterate the Sword Spirit.
