I kept swinging and thrusting my spear, getting a feel for its weight and rhythm. One thing that caught my attention was the red cloth flowing from its shaft.
With every strike, it trailed behind like a banner in the wind, so long that, if I wanted, I could throw the spear and reel it back without losing control.
The motion added both flexibility and intimidation to each attack, turning even practice swings into a display of power.
Perfect. Even if I didn't have Sun Wang's memories, his body still knew how to wield a weapon, making things much easier. My technique might fall short of the original, but my sheer power more than made up for it.
Now I needed to capitalize on this, and lead the rebel force.
Raising my spear, I shouted.
