Chapter 68: Test of the Rose Windmill Cabaret (2)

The young man's blade, which had been entering at a perfect angle, wavered and went slightly off target the moment he made a sound.

As a result, the blade accidentally grazed the inner cambium(??) of the trunk.

A hazy liquid sprayed out.

"Oh, this…"

With that, the trimming of the bark was ruined. Unless the inner cambium of that portion was completely cut off, that type of tree would never grow into a beautiful shape.

The blade wielded by the young man might look like an ordinary strike to an onlooker, but Gascon could tell.

It was a highly concentrated skill that required precise control down to one's fingertips, and it wouldn't come out without utmost focus.

In such a situation, anyone who quietly approached and disrupted that focus was bound to irritate the person. And that annoyance was bound to show on their face.

Courtesy is about considering those around you.