The northern moon hung silently above the frozen training grounds.
Snow drifted endlessly through roaring winter winds while silver light reflected across the vast black-stone arena of House Rosenfeld.
No one spoke anymore.
Because the battlefield before them had already surpassed ordinary understanding.
Kel stood calmly at the center beneath the ancient dragon statues while six elemental weapons orbited around him like celestial bodies revolving around a silent sovereign.
Fire.
Thunder.
Wind.
Water.
Aura.
Intent.
Everything moved in perfect harmony around him.
Meanwhile—
Across from him—
His cousin stood breathing heavily beneath the snow-filled skies.
One floating sword wrapped in flowing wind currents rotated beside her left shoulder.
The second sword covered in thin crystalline frost floated near her right.
Her eyes remained locked onto Kel.
Not with fear.
But awe.
Because with every passing minute—
The understanding inside her mind deepened further.
Meanwhile—
The surrounding Rosenfeld knights had become completely silent.
Even the older generation no longer attempted hiding their expressions.
Because honestly—
What Kel displayed tonight no longer resembled ordinary swordsmanship.
It looked like witnessing the birth of an entirely new combat philosophy.
Meanwhile—
Kel quietly looked toward his cousin.
Then calmly asked:
"Now."
The six floating weapons around him slowed slightly.
"Did you break your limit?"
Cold winds swept violently across the arena afterward.
His cousin lowered her sword slightly while trying to stabilize her breathing.
Then—
A small smile appeared across her lips.
"I think…"
Another breath escaped softly into the winter air.
"…I'm standing on the threshold."
Her crimson eyes sharpened afterward.
"I just need one final push."
Inside his mind—
Sairen softly laughed.
"She's talented."
Kel quietly agreed.
"…Very."
Meanwhile—
The young woman slowly looked toward the elemental weapons orbiting around him.
Then quietly asked:
"What kind of understanding lets someone reach that level?"
Kel silently observed her for several moments afterward.
And strangely—
A faint smile appeared across his face.
Not arrogance.
Not superiority.
But approval.
Then calmly—
Kel spoke.
"Then this understanding should help you break your limit."
The snowstorm itself seemed quieter afterward.
Meanwhile—
His cousin frowned slightly.
"…What understanding?"
Kel did not answer immediately.
Instead—
He slowly closed his eyes.
The frozen winds drifted softly around his black hair afterward while silver aura continued orbiting around his body silently.
And then—
Something impossible happened once again.
The six floating swords around him began changing.
Not disappearing.
Transforming.
The first sword compressed inward sharply.
Its long blade shortened instantly.
Smaller.
Lighter.
Until finally—
A floating dagger emerged.
Sharp silver edges rotating silently through the winter air.
Meanwhile—
The second weapon reshaped next.
The sword curved slightly before becoming a compact combat knife floating beside Kel's shoulder.
Meanwhile—
Several nearby knights widened their eyes already.
Because altering condensed aura weapon structures itself required monstrous control.
Yet Kel continued calmly.
The third floating sword expanded heavily afterward.
Its blade thickened violently.
The handle shortened.
And eventually—
A massive double-edged battle axe rotated slowly behind him.
Heavy.
Savage.
Overwhelming.
Meanwhile—
The fourth weapon elongated completely.
Compressing into a silver spear wrapped in spiraling wind currents.
Elegant.
Precise.
Deadly.
The fifth transformed afterward.
Broadening enormously into a gigantic broadsword radiating crimson flames along its edges.
The pressure surrounding the battlefield intensified instantly afterward.
And then—
The sixth weapon changed.
No—
It lost shape entirely.
The final aura sword dissolved into floating silver particles orbiting around Kel like fragmented stars.
Formless.
Without structure.
Without limit.
Pure intent given motion.
The entire training ground became silent afterward.
Utterly silent.
Because no one understood what they were witnessing anymore.
Meanwhile—
Kel slowly opened his eyes.
And beneath the silver moonlight—
His crimson gaze looked almost ancient.
Then quietly—
He spoke.
"See."
The floating dagger rotated gently.
"The real meaning…"
The battle axe drifted behind him heavily.
"…of Sovereign's Orbit Sword Arts."
The words echoed softly across the frozen northern skies.
Meanwhile—
His cousin stared at the transformed weapons in complete disbelief.
Because suddenly—
Everything she thought she understood shattered apart completely.
The orbit wasn't about swords.
Not really.
Swords were merely the beginning.
The true principle—
Was shaping aura itself freely according to intention.
Weapons.
Elements.
Forms.
Functions.
Everything could evolve.
Everything could change.
Meanwhile—
Inside his mind—
Sairen softly whispered:
"You're showing them too much."
Kel calmly watched the reactions around him.
"…No."
Another pause.
"I'm showing them the foundation."
The spirit laughed softly afterward.
"Terrifying man."
Meanwhile—
Across the arena—
His cousin slowly lowered her blade unconsciously.
Because her thoughts spiraled violently now.
A floating dagger for assassination.
A spear for range.
A battle axe for destruction.
A broadsword for overwhelming force.
A knife for precision.
And the final formless particles—
Potential without limits.
Suddenly—
The name Sovereign's Orbit finally made complete sense to her.
A sovereign did not revolve around one weapon.
The orbit itself adapted according to necessity.
Meanwhile—
Kel calmly continued explaining.
"Most swordsmen imprison themselves."
The floating spear beside him spun softly.
"They choose one form."
The broadsword released faint heat into the freezing winds.
"One style."
The floating particles drifted around him like silver stars.
"One identity."
Then his eyes shifted toward his cousin again.
"But battlefields change."
Silence spread afterward.
"Enemies change."
The floating dagger accelerated briefly.
"Situations change."
The battle axe rotated heavily.
"So why should your orbit remain fixed?"
Meanwhile—
Several older Rosenfeld knights unconsciously inhaled sharply hearing that.
Because the philosophy itself sounded monstrous.
Adaptive combat without fixed limitations.
A constantly evolving battle style.
And honestly—
That idea alone terrified traditional warriors.
Meanwhile—
His cousin slowly whispered:
"So the orbit…"
Kel quietly nodded.
"…is your will given shape."
The snowstorm intensified around the arena afterward.
Yet no one moved.
No one spoke.
Because every person present instinctively understood—
They were witnessing something historic.
Meanwhile—
Kel calmly extended one hand afterward.
The formless floating particles instantly gathered above his palm.
Then—
Within seconds—
The particles transformed into another floating sword again.
Perfectly stable.
Perfectly condensed.
And then—
It changed again.
This time into a hammer.
Then back into particles.
Then into twin daggers.
Then into chains.
The younger knights watching nearly forgot breathing entirely.
Because the transformations looked effortless.
Natural.
As though Kel no longer viewed aura as energy.
But as material itself.
Meanwhile—
His cousin's heartbeat accelerated violently.
Not from fear.
But realization.
Because now—
She finally understood why Kel earlier said Sovereign's Orbit Sword Arts had no "perfect form."
Because perfection itself would create limitation.
The orbit had to evolve endlessly alongside the user.
Meanwhile—
Kel slowly lowered his hand afterward.
All six weapons rotated calmly around him once more beneath moonlight.
Then quietly—
He looked toward her again.
"What weapon suits your nature best?"
The question itself struck her harder than expected.
Because honestly—
She never considered it deeply before.
She simply used swords because House Rosenfeld specialized in them.
But now—
Now she understood.
The orbit wasn't about tradition.
It was about self-expression through combat itself.
Meanwhile—
The wind currents around her floating sword intensified slightly.
And suddenly—
The blade elongated naturally.
Slimmer.
Sharper.
Lighter.
Almost becoming a flying rapier.
Her eyes widened immediately afterward.
Because she did not consciously force that transformation.
It happened instinctively.
Meanwhile—
Kel quietly smiled.
"There."
Another pause.
"You're beginning to understand."
And standing beneath the frozen northern skies—
Surrounded by ancient dragon statues and drifting snow—
Kel von Rosenfeld revealed the terrifying truth hidden behind Sovereign's Orbit Sword Arts.
The orbit was not merely swordsmanship.
It was freedom itself.