Wreathed in the basic swordsman skill, “Speed Reinforcement,” Gyeon Geum-hee burst forward.
‘Don’t chase it with your eyes—feel it. Trust yourself!’
Whoooosh—!
The blade traced one instinctive arc after another.
She snapped her guard to the left to block an arrow, then split the arrowhead flying straight at her clean in two.
Success.
Gyeon Geum-hee clenched her teeth.
‘Don’t get carried away. Colder.’
An arrowhead she hadn’t quite dodged seared hot across her cheek. Her hair tie must have snapped; her long hair spilled loose. But Geum-hee did not waver. That was how she’d been taught.
「I’ve seen countless swordsmen like you. Those who despair over their own talent, can’t move forward, and let their sword-heart snap.」
「Pitiful ones who, trapped in a hell of their own making, fail to unfold their will and simply give up.」
Under the moonlit night, White Bird looked down at her, high and aloof.
「Compared to them, Geum-hee, how fortunate you are?」
It was hard to argue.
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