"Wait. You said student?"
Caliburn flashed a smile towards Trilla. Perhaps the most crazed expression she'd seen him do throughout the entire time she'd known him.
Then, he pointed towards one section of the battlefield.
Trilla had to squint her eyes. Amongst the thousands of people on the horizon, the figures of two people were very hard to spot.
However, that didn't last long. A large gust of hot wind blasted through towards her. It blasted through the entire battlefield.
The Lionheart battalion were immediately uncomfortable. They knew that this came from a powerful sword.
However, the Rebornian army didn't seem fazed at all by it. They continued on with their training as if it was normal.
Trilla focused her eyes on the source of this hot wind.
In an open space with nothing but a circle in the mud, she saw a tall human figure holding a sword with both hands. In front of him was a woman wearing a white cloth around her eyes.
The Heavenly Swordmistress!
