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... he guild attendants carried in a massive block of dense, iron-hardened wood — a testing material that had broken more than a few blades in its time. They set it firmly in place before Ethan.
The examiner, a seasoned swordsman with salt-streaked hair and a scar across his jaw, folded his arms.
"Step forward," he said. "All you need is a single, clean cut. If you cannot, then you’re not ready for B rank."
Ethan walked forward, his boots echoing against the stone floor. He s ...
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