"Thank you for saving my life. If you ever need my help in the future, no matter how dangerous—be it a mountain of blades or a sea of fire—I won't hesitate for a moment!"
Kadora's eyes shone with firm resolve as he spoke, his voice steady and sincere.
John chuckled and shook his head. "It was just a small favor, nothing worth mentioning. But tell me—what kind of skills do you know?"
Although old Jaque had taught John a few sword techniques, they were mostly basic forms: horizontal slashes, vertical cuts, simple thrusts. Functional, yes—but not particularly impressive. In actual fights, they packed some punch, but they lacked flair. They certainly didn't have the dazzling effect of Kadora's glowing divine light or Doria's brilliant arrays that lit up the battlefield.
