Chapter 162 Accepting Ones Fate Part Four (1/2)

He turned towards the elder with reddened cheeks that showed his inner shame. Due to the surprise caused by the change in the nearby environment, he lost his focus and forgot about the elder in front of him.

Thankfully the man didn't take it at heart and brushed the matter away with a movement of his limb. He then coughed and exclaimed with a calm yet powerful voice.

”My name Ishvar, and I'm one of the elders that help in the training of players with potential.”, he stopped for a second before continuing, ”Before coming here I've watched a few of your fights, but it wasn't enough for me to gauge your level.”

”If I remember correctly, your weapon of predilection is the sword but your also quite talented when it comes to barehanded martial technique, right?”

Fell nodded silently as he knew that the elder was currently making a point.

”I'm going to need you to show me a few of your moves. The fundamental ones are enough, I want to check if your fundamentals lack something.”, he immediately explained his methodology.

Fell swiftly acquiesced and executed himself. A sharp screech resounded from his sword as he unsheathed it from its scabbard, and began executing the basic stance of his Massin Sword Art. He followed the man's instruction and didn't attempt to execute his complex 'Moon Above' or 'Sun Below', and only showed him the basic stance of his sword art.

Strokes and thrust were executed one after the other, their angles differed, and his sword encompassed the eight directions where he could step. Due to having face the endless battlefield during the trial by fire, his basic sword technique had evolved into being capable of responding to attacks from any angle.

Although he felt somewhat pressured due to being watched by someone who could see through his weaknesses, as soon as he began executing his sword art, he lost himself in the joy of the sword path and forgot everything.

Sometimes his strikes would be as soft as a quiet morning breeze, while other times, his sword would scream and turn into a vicious beast as it cut through the air. His sword hand-controlled his weapon with a fluidity that made it seem as if the weapon was part of his body, and he expressed himself through his sword art one cut at a time.

His movements were untethered, and he followed through every single one of them. Not a single stance felt forced, and he moved from one to another with a water-like flow.

Time passed quietly, and his body began moving more and more. From the very basic sword strike that used the body to generate momentum, he passed to sword arts that created momentum that moved the body. One opposite concept could birth the other, and Fell had been aware of this fact since his first martial practice.