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After getting sliced up by the Sword Maiden for thirty straight minutes, our spar finally ended.

“Good work, Sion.”

The Sword Maiden wore a strangely refreshed expression as she immediately began training on her own.

‘That pisses me off.’

I wanted to smack that snowy-white head of hers, but I held back, knowing she’d turn my head into pieces if I tried.

‘Well, it wasn’t like I only got beaten up.’

It had been a merciless slaughter to help the Sword Maiden blow off steam, but I’d unexpectedly learned a few things, too.

I’d gotten used to the movements of her aura while being sliced up by the blizzard.

‘I’ve got it! The key to telekinetic swordsmanship!’

I recalled the blizzard and manipulated my black blades...