“Stop!” I shout while stopping my blade in midair.
He slashes my right side open if I even try it! The cut’s deep but not lethal. A draw.
My head begins to throb, but I’m not stopping there. “You got lucky. Another test. Begin!”
I lower my sword so that it’s at the level of my waist, bring it to the side, and prepare a horizontal strike. I swing, bringing with me the full power of the wind as a torrent rushes to cleave his body in two with a whirlwind of silver energy.
Kaito plants one sword on the ground and supports it by crossing the other behind it. Our blades connect with a loud clash that blasts a torrent of wind across his body; from behind the torrent, I see him smile and arch his eyebrows as he prepares to move. I see, and I know:
know:Kaito will sidestep and swing out at my
