It had been five days since he set out toward the Hydra's lair, during which many monsters had crossed his path. Frost trolls, four-legged beasts, even massive predatory birds—all of them had fallen with a single stroke of his blade.
"They're down before I can even try anything."
He couldn't help but sigh. The overwhelming power he wielded was entertaining at first, but after repeated instances, it became monotonous.
I can't exactly practice on thin air.
Swordsmanship was a carefully constructed sequence of movements and reactions—if the opponent's strength was overwhelming, strike with Form One; if they retaliate, block with Form Two, and so on. It was meant to be mastered through experience. Sylas had been deliberately seeking out monsters for this very reason.
At this rate, the Hydra may end up being my first real trial for the Flame Sword.
