"I've noticed it for a while now," Kagami murmured, eyes narrowed as he leaned slightly forward in his seat. "But junior Reina's swordsmanship is… unorthodox. There's no fixed form, no strict school she's following. But did she actually train something new this time?"
At his question, Lucas didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he focused wholly on the clash unfolding in the arena below.
Reina's movements—once a patchwork imitation of every sword style she'd ever seen—were different today.
Refined. Sharper. A thread of cohesion was finally weaving through the chaos.
"It's faint," Lucas said at last, his voice thoughtful. "But she might've started practicing the Heavenly Swordsmanship."
