105 Sword Saint 6yr

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"Give me 10 seconds!"
After a roar, I unsheathe both of my swords. Facing the wave of attacking Undead, I charge at the very forefront of the group without any hesitation.
"So fast."
Killing is an art form and art form requires the devotion of one's mind and body, perhaps even one's soul.
There's no need to think excessively on the battlefield. Just let go of everything and allow your body to dictate everything.
The gasp of surprises from behind me no longer mattered as I dedicate my entire body and mind to swinging my sword.
Swordsmanship is always the foundation of everything for a close-combat fighter and indubitably, I am a Master Swordsman.
On the Eich Continent where cold weapons reign supreme, swordsmanship is a skill an art of death. Through thousands of years of inheritance and development, each country and region have a sword style that belongs to them. A pure Warrior might not have the magnificent Holy Light of a Holy Knight or the profound magic spells of a Magic Kni