Chapter 36: The Duel Begins
The imperial gardens were illuminated by lanterns hanging from tree branches, casting soft pools of light across the clearing. Nobles and dignitaries formed a wide circle around the open space, their whispers creating a constant murmur like wind through leaves.
Grim stood at one edge of the clearing, watching as the elderly man approached with a sheathed sword. It was a simple weapon with a plain hilt and guard, lacking the ornamentation typical of noble blades. Yet something about it commanded attention. Perhaps the way the old man handled it with casual reverence.
"This blade has drawn blood in more battles than most soldiers have seen," the man said quietly, presenting it to Grim. "It will serve you well if you trust it."
The sword was lighter than Grim expected as he took it, perfectly balanced despite being made for an adult's hand. The hilt seemed to warm to his touch, almost as if responding to his mana.
Across the clearing, Verin Terras was being fussed over by his father, who adjusted his formal jacket and handed him a gleaming cavalry saber. The teenager swung it experimentally, the blade catching the lantern light. His movements were practiced, showing years of proper training.
"Remember your forms," Rowan advised Grim, his face tight with concern. "Watch his footwork and don't overcommit to your strikes."
Grim nodded, but his mind was already drifting back to his training with D, to a specific lesson that suddenly seemed crucial.
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"You're still thinking too narrowly," D had said one day during their underground training. Grim had been practicing Aurora Flash for hours without improvement, growing increasingly frustrated.