For a moment, neither of them moved.
The courtyard had gone quiet around them. Nobody had cleared a space, but somehow one had opened up anyway, a wide ring of stone with Jin at one end and Hanseong at the other and everyone else standing back along the edges. Even the people who'd already started their own spars had stopped to watch.
Jin held the blade that wasn't there loose at his side. He could feel the shape of it in his hand, the length, the weight, the edge, as clearly as if he'd pulled it from his inventory. He breathed out slowly and let the noise of the crowd fade until it was just him and the man in front of him.
Hanseong's eyes went to Jin's empty hand, then back up to his face.
"You're really not going to draw anything," he said.
"I already did."
Hanseong's mouth tightened. Then he was gone.
