In the private training room reserved only for the Babel’s elite students, Jake swung the Windchaser Sword with sharp precision.1

Swish!0

The blade, gleaming with a cyan-green hue, cut through the air, leaving behind brilliant arcs of light. Six floating swords followed in perfect formation, guarding him like loyal sentinels.0

At first, his movements were broad and fluid, as gentle as a breeze. But as his swordplay intensified, the arcs of his sword grew narrower and his speed surged. And soon enough, a raging storm swept across the space before him. Following that, all six sword trajectories merged into the Windchaser Sword, causing it to burst with a dazzling cyan radiance.0

Slice!0

The protective barrier surrounding the training room was neatly cut apart.0

[Barrier integrity: 0%]0

[Training will be suspended until the barrier is fully restored.]0

Hearing the mechanical voice echo throughout the training room, Jake caught his slightly ragged breaths and turned around—to find Se-Hoon watching with arms crossed.0

“Uh… So… what do you think?” Jake asked, nervous due to Se-Hoon’s unreadable expression.0

Se-Hoon tilted his head slightly. “Hm. It’s not bad.”0

Jake had been wielding a sword for about eight months now. He, who had been hesitant to even swing a blade from fear of breaking it due to his...0