The young man slowly opened his hands, his fingers loosely grasping the air.
The Hero's emerald eyes widened slightly. Clearly, there was nothing between those hands, yet she could distinctly see a pair of shimmering swords held by the young man.
"Is this what's called 'Sword Intent'?" the girl couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
The young man smiled faintly and shook his head: "While my swordsmanship is passable, I'm not a pure Swordsman, nor do I intend to follow the path of the Sword Saint. So this isn't really Sword Intent, just a small application of spiritual power, useful for dealing with Ghost Type magic creatures."
"So are you planning to perform suicide as a gift in return?" sneered the Depraved Hero standing beside him, hands on her hips.
