"No matter what happens, always remember what you just told me," Aruma said, taking a fighting stance. "It will prevent you from falling to the other side."
"What do you me—"
Before I could ask him, he had already unleashed a relentless fury of sword attacks at me.
"Focus on the Sword Aura on your blade," Aruma said between the strikes. "Control it. Make it more precise, more compact. It should be deadlier. Every attack should be meant to kill."
This was the first time in four months that Aruma had taught me verbally. Until now, it had been nothing but silent attacks until I died.
"I know you are strong, but how do you overpower me so easily without even using Sword Aura?" I asked, barely managing to block his attacks.
"Who said I'm not using Sword Aura?"
"Because there is no energy on your bla—"
My words stopped mid sentence, my eyes widening as I finally realized it.
