The royal stable was about six hundred meters away from the fencing hall, and Sachi only took a few minutes to cross half the distance. He continued along a quiet alleyway, a few dead leaves drifting from the treetops beyond the wall.0

Swish...0

Someone suddenly lunged from the corner shadows, a cloak billowing behind them like a tumbling dark cloud. He closed in on Sachi at top speed, a fierce glint in his eyes.0

Crack!0

His thick arm abruptly swelled to nearly double its size, five fingers splayed like an eagle's talons and veins bulging beneath the skin. His palm swept sideways and the air was abruptly torn with a sharp rip.0

In an instant, the airflow gave way as five claw-like fingers raked at the figure ahead.0

Bang!0

But at that critical moment, Sachi the Silver Pistil Sword, who had been facing away from his attacker, somehow sensed it and leaped forward, his body shooting forth like a sword.0

Five narrow slash marks ripped the refined noble attire on Sachi's back. It looked as though razor-sharp blades had slashed it. Luckily, he had dodged quick enough to avoid being hurt.0

Sachi spun around and saw a figure cloaked entirely in black standing quietly before him. He lifted his left hand slightly, revealing a refined, razor-sharp silver rapier. While Sachi had evaded the strike, the weapon he relied on for combat had been taken, drastically reducing...0