A standard samurai sword in hand, Lann swung the handle through the air a few times, already getting a good sense of the weapon's balance, length, and strength.
Whether it was the coordination from the genetic seed or the quick learning from Mentos, both endowed Lann with exceptional adaptability when encountering new things.
The blade cut through the air, emitting a chilling "woo-woo" sound.
On one side of the courtyard, the ronin who had just barely passed Iizuka's test watched Lann's movements coldly.
They were indeed amazed by Lann's physique and the origins he claimed. But to face such a powerful enemy, why give up the advantage of a sharp blade?
Such foolishness!
...What a pity for that exotic famous sword.
A few of the ronin's gazes fixated on Aron Dite on Lann's back, unconsciously licking their lips.
An exotic famous sword... must be worth a lot, right? Isn't the point of being a ronin to make money?
