One sword, just one sword, and Russell had conquered Glontan.
As a second son of a great noble family, fourteen-year-old Glontan was not without insight; after all, his father and elder brother were both Phantom Beast Knights with impressive strength.
But what he sensed from his father and brother was the suppression of power, an absolute dominance in terms of strength levels. It was similar to the way adults suppress children, unrelated to skill, simply a matter of differences in muscle and bulk.
However, Russell's single strike showed him something different. It wasn't oppression through sheer power, but rather a dazzling display of technique.
He was too young to describe this feeling clearly, but he was profoundly shocked.
"Is this what swordsmanship is?" Glontan couldn't help but ask.
No one answered him.
