The air in the Sunshine Wizard Hall vibrated with tension—a harmonious hum of swords clashing, ringing out as if the very essence of the heavens was pouring into the martial arts arena. Outside, the crowds had surged, their voices a chorus of anticipation and awe. Today, the arena would witness something rare—a demonstration of true mastery, not just skilled swordplay but a deeper understanding of the Sword Spirit Realm.
Within the arena, Mwana moved like an ethereal shadow, his form fluid and precise. His sword shimmered with a luminous glow, wisps of bright energy swirling around him like tiny stars caught in the night sky. His understanding of swordsmanship wasn't about brute strength or flashy techniques; it was a harmony of soul and weapon. His grasp of the Sword Spirit Realm—an advanced state where the soul fused with the long sword—was almost uncanny, a talent that only a few could hope to attain.
