Robert stood amidst the tall, whispering grass, the golden tips brushing against his legs. The late afternoon sun cast a warm, amber glow over the field, highlighting the serious determination in his eyes. His dark hair was tousled slightly by the gentle breeze, adding to the ethereal quality of the scene.
In his hands, he held a long black sword, not forged from steel, but formed from his shadow ability. The blade seemed to absorb light, shimmering with an otherworldly darkness. It was an extension of himself, a manifestation of his power and will.
He began his training with a series of slow, deliberate cuts. Each movement was precise, his body flowing seamlessly from one stance to the next. The shadow sword cut through the air with a soft, eerie whoosh, leaving a ripple in the atmosphere. His stance was firm, legs slightly apart, providing a stable base for his fluid movements.
Robert shifted his weight from one foot to the other, executing a powerful upward slash, followed by a swift, horizontal cut. The tall grass around him parted momentarily with each swing, only to spring back up once the blade had passed. His muscles tensed and relaxed in perfect rhythm, every motion controlled and efficient.
As he continued his drills, sweat began to form on his brow, glistening in the fading light. His breathing was steady and measured, a testament to his discipline and endurance. The shadow blade became a blur in his hands, its dark presence a stark contrast to the vibrant hues of the setting sun.
Robert's focus remained unwavering, his mind and body in perfect harmony. The tall grass whispered around him, acknowledging his skill and determination. It was a scene of raw power and graceful control, the serene landscape juxtaposed with the intensity of his training. During his free time, Robert often came to the land he bought using his allowance as training ground.
Opening up his system, it showed the fruits of his great efforts.
[Strength 25/30]
[Speed 23/30]
[Agility 26/30]
[Charm 20/30]
[Stamina 27/30]
Robert found it wise to increase his stamina for prolonging his confrontations.
[300/500 Exp]
Robert turned to Dolores, his gaze steady and intent. "Dolores," he called out, "I need a sparring partner. Let's see how our skills compare."
Dolores approached, her expression serious and focused. "Remember," Robert continued, "our skills are different because we were trained by different people. We can learn a lot from each other."
Dolores nodded, determination glinting in her eyes. They both took their stances, facing each other, their eyes locked in a silent understanding.
Dolores initiated the first move, her sword slicing through the air with precision and speed. Robert met her strike with a powerful block, the clash of their blades ringing out like a symphony of steel. They moved fluidly, each attack met with a counter, their movements a dance of skill and strategy.
As the sparring session progressed, Robert's attacks grew heavier, each strike carrying more force. Dolores, agile and quick, initially managed to dodge and parry, but the sheer weight of his blows began to push her back. With every swing of his shadow-formed sword, Robert demonstrated his formidable strength and control, the dark blade cutting through the air with an almost eerie grace.
Dolores struggled to maintain her footing as Robert's relentless assault continued. She tried to counter, but his heavy strikes overwhelmed her defenses. Each powerful slash drove her further back, her movements becoming more labored as she fought to keep up.
Finally, seeing an opening, Robert executed a decisive overhead strike. Dolores raised her sword to block, but the force of his blow was overwhelming. Her arms buckled under the pressure, and she stumbled back, losing her footing.
In the climactic moment of their sparring session, Robert saw his opening. With a swift, decisive move, he executed a powerful downward slash. Dolores raised her sword to block, but the sheer force of his blow was overwhelming. Her arms buckled under the pressure, and she stumbled back, losing her footing.
Robert's shadow blade, dark and shimmering, stopped just inches from her chest, his control and precision evident. The finality of the move was clear; he had won the bout without delivering a single, harmful blow.
Panting from the exertion, Dolores took a moment to catch her breath. Then, with a look of respect and acknowledgment in her eyes, she knelt before him. "My lord," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "Your skill is unmatched."