As the sun rose over the eastern horizon, it cast long shadows on the new Osborn training grounds. Robert stood in the middle, arms crossed behind his back, feeling the cool morning air filled with the sounds of steel clashing and fists hitting. His gaze was unwavering, sharp as a blade, while five figures moved purposefully before him.
Essie's sword whirled in controlled arcs—her Four-Direction Cleave striking from every angle, each swing balanced with her Drifting Leaf Shift footwork that allowed her to glide unpredictably across the field. She moved like a storm on a breeze, clear and precise.
Beside her, Sarah moved through the air with her twin blades, executing the Dual Serpent Fangs. Each strike shot forward like a viper's bite, intertwining in dizzying patterns, while her Featherlight Ascension let her leap and pivot with such grace, as if the ground barely restrained her.
