It was spring, when flower buds shyly displayed their forms.
When a new season arrives, a new semester also comes to the Academy. It was that time waiting with unfamiliar connections, boisterous drinking parties, and nerve-wracking competitions.
One day, I, who had awakened with lost memories, received a request for a spar. From a junior with gray hair whom I hadn’t even properly conversed with.
Seria Yurdina.
The top student in the second year of the Knight Faculty, commonly called ‘Yurdina’s Brat’.
Was it a coincidence? The season at Heavenly Sword Mountain was also spring. The scene engraved on my retinas mixed turbidly with memories along the optic nerves.
That day was like this too.
My junior had gritted her teeth and charged at me with fierce momentum.
For me at that time, it was a speed utterly impossible to respond to. Because I was an incompetent senior who couldn’t surpass her in swordsmanship, mana, or anything else.
But today was different.
Bang!
The sound from the wooden swords clashing was intense. It felt like swords made of metal scraping against each other, not wood.
It was an exquisite intersection.
As I struck the surging wooden sword from the side while charging, Seria skillfully twisted her wrist to control the collision angle. Even without using mana, a ‘Master’s’ muscle strength was hard for even a trained martial artist to handle.
As a result, my sword raced along the blade of the wooden sword that had lain…