Sword Saint

"What the hell is that, Riel?"

Henry's mouth was wide open, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

-Shing!

-Shing!

There were sounds of swords colliding with some other solid material. However, the individual doing the sword maneuvers did not appear to be aware of Henry's presence.

Henry didn't even blink as he stood there, watching. The middle-aged man watched the scene with delight as his ego and pride were boosted to a certain extent.

Observing his sword skills wasn't something you'd see every day.

Henry could see the object Riel was training on as he got a closer look.

A long cylindrical, transparent pole with a center crimson vein. He'd never seen anything like it before. The most startling aspect, though, was the way Riel's swords cut it.

-Shing.

“How…?”