Swoosh!
Another swing of the sword made it seem like the air was cut into two.
Arthur stood in the centre surrounded by trees on all sides, as he swung a black sword that was loosely held in his right hand.
Well... If one observed carefully, the sword wasn't even in his hand, but was held just between his fingers, that too on the side of its blade.
Yes...
Arthur wasn't holding the sword by its hilt, but by its blade, as he swung it in a defined motion, without a hint of losing control over the blade.
The edge of the blade gleamed in the sunlight, as Arthur moved the sword in another wide arc.
Garthel—That was the name of the sword in Arthur's hand.
A rare Mythical grade artifact—one of the strongest weapons available on the planet.
Arthur's training had nearly ended, as he observed the blade in his hand for a second longer before storing it away.
It was nearly afternoon, and Arthur now had to return to his house to have lunch with his daughter.
