Ink Turns to Blade
After teaching the sword technique, Leon returned quietly to the training hall of Amethyst Summit Division.
The wooden doors slid shut behind him with a soft sound.
Morning light filtered in through the lattice windows, casting long beams across the stone floor. Dust drifted lazily in the air, rising and falling as though even the air was catching its breath after the lesson.
Leon stood still for a moment.
The hall still carried traces of the earlier training—the faint scent of sweat, the lingering tremor of sword qi in the air. His students' determined faces flashed briefly in his mind. They had improved. Not enough, but enough to take a step forward.
His fingers curled slightly at his side.
Then—
"System."
He didn't raise his voice. He never needed to.
A familiar chime echoed inside his mind.
[Ding…]
[You have imparted the Amethyst Mist Swordsmanship to your student. Critical Hit Return activated.]
A faint pause.
[Activate?]
