Twenty hours had passed by since Almond was training in the dimension of his weapon art token.
He stood with his sword held.
In front of him, Almond's clone stood in the same position.
They were already clashing against each other in silence, their eyes reflected blades that otherwise were invisible to observe physically.
The blades bent and spiraled around beneath them, with their center point right under their feet, on the ground, but still, neither of them moved.
The spiral was only visible in each other eyes as they increased in size, clashing against each other eventually.
If it was Almond of twenty hours ago, his head would have rolled, beheaded.
But now, he had grasped the intent behind his clone's blade and finally knew why his head always turned upside down after getting cut by his clone.