"Will you teach me your style?" Siderius said.
"Certainly, if you could pass my challenge."
"I am ready."
Regulus chuckled. "There is no rush. You two must have spent quite a long journey to come here. Rest. Eat. Then we'll talk."
Siderius nodded.
The small wooden cabin had a guest room for Siderius and Ashe to use. The two of them ate lunch and spent a little while meditating.
Ashe was dissolving her Psychosis while Siderius was treading on his Truth-Seeking Path. He was able to acquire quite a lot of Aethers recently and also much new knowledge.
'The gold soul is coming. When that happens, I'll be able to graft even more dangerous mutations.' Siderius thought to himself.
Later that night, Siderius and Ashe came to the lakeshore and found Regulus practicing his swordsmanship.
His training was very simple. A downward strike from above. Two diagonal strikes from each side. And two horizontal strikes in opposite directions.
