The evening sun cast a warm amber glow across Luca's dorm room. He lay back on his bed, legs tangled in the sheets, an open book resting over his chest—Advanced Saber Theory: The Flow of the Blade. His crimson eyes scanned the diagrams for the umpteenth time, trying to make sense of the complex stances and energy flows.
Why isn't this working...?
His brows furrowed. He had been practicing for days, and yet, nothing felt natural. The movements were stiff. Forced. No flow.
In the game... it was so simple. I just selected the skill, slotted it into the character sheet, and the rest played out in combat. Growth came naturally with EXP. But here...
His thoughts halted.
Suddenly, his eyes widened. A jolt of understanding struck him like lightning. "Ah—!" he grunted softly, smacking his forehead with his palm.
