In the center of the clearing, the wind swirled up the fallen leaves, scattering them around.
In the silence, there was a kind of solemnity almost like a ritual.
Green slowly took a few steps forward, standing opposite Louis, gripping the sword hilt, with a grave expression.
"...My lord, if I show any disrespect, please pardon me." His voice was low, yet you could hear the hesitation.
He was not unwilling to spar, but he feared his sword might truly harm this lord.
But when Louis nodded and said lightly, "Feel free, without holding back," Green finally let go of the last bit of restraint.
In the next moment, fighting energy surged forth like a tide.
Crimson fighting energy burst out from around him, swirling like a tidal wave around his body, and when it slammed to the ground, the earth cracked in response, sending stones flying.
It was a sense of pressure, like mountains collapsing and thunder crashing down.
