[Hidden Blade: First Form]
[Blue Moon]
—FLASH!—
As the tip of my blade left its scabbard, the golden aura within me surged to life in an explosive burst of energy.
The technique, though labeled as a skill I supposedly owned, still felt foreign—alien, even—as if my body struggled to harmonize with its power.
The speed of my swing was something I could barely control.
My grip was firm, but the sheer force behind the attack was overwhelming, almost unnatural.
I wasn't aiming to kill the clown-like Riley before me.
No, killing him wasn't the plan.
But holding back would have been arrogant—a mistake I couldn't afford against someone like him.
Unlike the previous version of myself, this one's skill set mirrored mine far too closely.
His movements were agile, nimble, almost impossibly quick.
