Instead of touching his mala beads, Devikuro merely looks at me while narrowing his eyes.
“Try again,” he says calmly.
Against the pain that gnaws at my joints, I clear my mind once more. The Jeigon techniques passed down to me from my father are more suited to an Awakened zol user; without unlocking my inner potential, each time I use it causes more irreversible damage to my body.
Jeigon I breathe in, breathe out, and—
—JEIGON: DOUBLE ENTENDRE—
I close in and deliver a rapid overhead swing; Devikuro blocks, as I expect him to, and, like lightning that rips through the atmosphere, I pivot in a flash and s***h horizontally at his exposed left thigh with utmost precision.
Devikuro brings his sword down to block; our swords meet, I breathe in, and I chant as I exhale—
—JEIGON: WHITE ST
