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... a sword in the empty courtyard of the mansion.
-Whoosh──!
My swordsmanship was not elegant.
It was rough and monotonous. Even if I became a Sword Master, it was hard to change the habits ingrained in my body. I was performing a pitiful sword dance for others to see.
-Tzing.
Holding Tirving in my hand, I wiped the sweat on my forehead with my sleeve and smiled lightly.
“It’s different.”
I could feel the distinct difference.
The sense ...
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