The morning sun filtered through the trees surrounding Kyle's backyard, its golden rays glinting off the polished blade of the katana in his hand.
Kyle had been training for hours, and despite the fatigue that was creeping into his muscles, his grin was still unwavering.
He shifted his stance with the [Aurora Fang] steady in his grip as he prepared to execute Gale Rend. Taking a deep breath, Kyle surged forward with fluid movements.
The blade sliced through the air with such speed and precision that a visible ripple of sharp air pressure burst outward, making leaves scattered from the force. He followed up with a series of rapid strikes, each swing amplifying the whirlwind effect around him.
As he finished the sequence, Kyle paused, exhaling heavily but with satisfaction. "This technique... It's like it was made for me," he murmured, wiping the sweat from his brow.
