CLANG—!
Steel met steel.
What should've been a simple clash of blades exploded into a shockwave that rattled the entire arena. The ground trembled, and a burst of wind tore through the stands, forcing several students to shield their faces.
This wasn't an ordinary duel.
Two Sword Masters crossing blades—just witnessing it was a rare privilege. No one spoke. No one even dared to blink. Every pair of eyes in the arena was locked onto the fight.
"Hahaha!"
A carefree laugh echoed across the field.
"Pointing your sword at me—the Emperor's son?" Leonardo tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "Are you trying to commit treason?"
"Shut up, Leonardo!"
Signut's reply came sharp and immediate, his voice strained but defiant.
The contrast between the two couldn't have been clearer.
Leonardo moved with effortless grace, his sword dancing as if it weighed nothing. Every strike he delivered was clean, precise—and overwhelmingly powerful.
