I slash with my full power.
He dodges.
It's hard to even touch him.
He dodges again.
Speed matters here.
I focus my Ora into my legs.
I jump.
Like the wind.
I see it—
the secret behind his speed.
I move faster.
I dash.
My sword grazes his chin.
A small cut.
Blood flows.
He smiles.
That smile sends a storm of thoughts through my mind.
For a moment, I'm seized.
Continuous slashes land on me—
but they leave only scratches on my armor.
I stand straight.
I channel my Ora.
I split it equally throughout my body.
I move like the wind.
"Wind Slash!" I shout.
I cut the air.
The wind cuts him.
Blood flows like a river.
I accelerate.
I slash.
And slash again.
Fifteen continuous strikes.
Perfect.
Precise.
"What do you want?" he asks, fear in his voice.
"Freedom," I answer calmly.
He stands…