Clang!!!
When the young man blocked the Frost Chant sword with lightning-fast reflexes, Yuyan who had been gritting her teeth with killing intent in her brow finally widened her eyes.
The familiar sword-crossing stance, the familiar crisp sound of clashing blades, even the masked youth's almost instinctive reaction speed.
All of this felt familiar to Yuyan.
"Heh... hehehe..."
The thrill of crossing swords with the young man involuntarily brought a smile to her.
She could hardly explain why she was smiling, but she was simply happy. Since Yino had been recovering at Ranmo Peak these past three months, it had been a very long time since she had enjoyed such an exhilarating sword match with him.
During that time, Yuyan had thought Yino was ill and had always been cautious when practicing swordplay with him.
