The Tyrant Blade

Ludwig had no words for his master but a nod of agreement as he continued to swing his sword, the heavy blade cutting through the air with a satisfying whoosh. The rhythmic motion was almost meditative, allowing him to focus his thoughts while his body moved on autopilot.

"By the way," he said, breaking the silence as he struck again at the empty air, "I've found a couple of interesting manuals for training swordsmanship. I wanted to ask you about them."

Joana paused mid-swing, her brow furrowing slightly. "I doubt anything would be more suitable for you right now than the Imperial Swordsmanship. Why? Is it not to your liking?"

"Not that it's not to my liking," Ludwig replied, his tone thoughtful. "It just feels… straightforward."