The sun was not at its highest point yet, casting a warm golden hue over the vast training ground.
The wind was still, as the son and father duo stood face to face with weapons in their hands.
The spectators watched while holding their breath as if anticipating the clash that was about to occur. Caldwell and Amanda stood at a distance, their gazes fixed upon the duo father and son preparing to engage.
On one side stood Taufik, Whose skills are beyond question because even the Gods were made to submit, his katana resting lightly in his grip, The black blade of the Katana emitted an aura of sharpness that seemed like it could cut through space itself.
Opposite him was Aksara, his son, A person whose skills are still unknown, though still in the shadow of his father's greatness. In his hands, he held the Ninjato, a weapon forged from both sunlight and moonlight, its blade flickering between fire and ice, pulsing with raw energy.
