Michael didn't know how long time passed. The only thing in his mind was mastering the sword style that was slowly starting to emerge in his subconscious.
It was at the tip of his tongue. He felt as if he was on the very verge of awakening something truly powerful. A swordstyle that was completely unique to his own self, yet could stand toe to toe against the very best of them.
After all, he already knew the sword styles that every single swordsman used in the world. Meaning, the very foundations of the sword was ingrained into his very mind thanks to ChatJK6. All he had to do know was to carve his own path, find which moves worked best with his personality and goals.
Clone Draco moved with relentless precision. Each of his blood spear targeted Michael's weakness as if there was a large red circle painting it.
