The training ground was covered in a thick layer of dust, hinting it was long abandoned and hadn’t been used in quite some time. At this neglected arena stood Ketal and Rakuza, preparing themselves for a friendly spar.0

“Let’s start lightly and gradually adjust our strength as we fight,” Ketal suggested.0

“Understood.” Rakuza nodded earnestly.0

At their level, precisely controlling their strength mid-combat was second nature. There was no concern over accidental injuries or unexpected incidents.0

“I will make the first move,” Rakuza announced, calmly drawing his sword and whispering softly to himself. “O divine one, grant me your mighty strength.”0

As soon as he spoke, a resonant hum echoed through the air, and a brilliant golden glow appeared. It quickly enveloped his blade before swiftly spreading to cover Rakuza’s entire body.0

“Impressive,” Ketal remarked admiringly, captivated by the radiant golden aura softly encasing Rakuza’s figure.0

I wonder if I could manage something like that, Ketal thought wistfully, licking his lips with envy.0

He was happy that he had obtained the power of Myst, but he still couldn’t properly utilize it, leaving him frustrated by his inability to do more with it.0

It would be nice if I could master it a bit better. Ketal sighed inwardly.0

Reacting calmly, he grasped the axe at his waist and swung it upward. With a piercing clang, the sword was deflected, forcing Rakuza momentarily off balance from the unexpected resistance.0

“Ugh!” Rakuza exclaimed, swiftly...0