Julius's face lit up with a smile. "Excellent! I'll try not to go easy on you, though I'll be basing my assessment on the fact that you've only been training for three months. Is that true, by the way? Three months?"
Cassian nodded again, a bit more confidently this time. "Yeah, just three months."
"Good, then..." Julius said, glancing around before continuing, "let me get a training sword first." He walked toward the ship's wooden railing, unsheathing his sword. It was the first time Cassian had seen it drawn, and the blade was beautiful—gleaming with a red hue despite its blue metal.
Cassian barely had time to admire it before Julius swung the sword in a horizontal slash, effortlessly slicing a precise piece of wood from the railing. The cut was clean, shaping the wood similarly to Cassian's own wooden training sword, but with sharp edges instead of smooth ones.
