"Moreover, the power that breathing can bring is far stronger than a nail file."
Lann gestured meaningfully with his chin, pointing at the wooden short sword in Ciri's hand.
The little girl raised her training sword, and simultaneously with Rong Buqiu, they exclaimed 'Wow!' and 'Meow!'.
On the surface of that wooden short sword, there was a smooth, slender incision.
The cut neither matched the length nor the shape of Lann's nail.
So it couldn't have been made by simply scratching with nails, such a crude method.
"Qi Flow Blade."
Under the gaze of the human and the cat, on one of Lann's upright fingers, with the subtle movement of breath and muscles.
The air around the finger emitted a continuous 'hissing' sound, which started weak but became increasingly sharper.
Finally, as the sound reached its peak, a small 'blade' resulting from different air densities appeared at the tip of Lann's finger.
