By late spring, Windgrave had become a chessboard. Jonathan's enemies moved like shadows, striking quickly and retreating before counterattacks could be launched. He studied their patterns, anticipating their movements while refining his own techniques. Hamon had become second nature, flowing through him like a river of light.
A sudden attack on the marketplace forced Jonathan into immediate action. The enemy had coordinated a strike meant to spread chaos and fear. Jonathan fought through narrow streets, countering multiple assailants simultaneously, his sword a blur of energy and light.
As the fight drew to a close, Jonathan spotted the enemy commander orchestrating the attack from a rooftop. He leapt upward with a surge of Hamon, confronting the figure in a tense, high-stakes duel. The commander's skill was formidable, matching Jonathan blow for blow. Sparks flew as Hamon met dark steel, echoing across the city.
The battle ended with the enemy retreating, but Jonathan knew that this war would not end in scattered skirmishes. The tides were shifting—full-scale conflict was inevitable.