The shimmering call of numerous sword blades continued to howl.
It had already been almost a year since Ryu began to stand, completely unmoving. By now, the Holy Battle Ground was completely flooded with swordsmen of all skill levels. Some had even brought children and teenagers forward to enjoy this shocking phenomenon.
The woman couldn't help but observe Ryu with a complicated gaze. From the small bit she knew about Ryu, he was obviously not doing this on purpose. It wasn't that Ryu didn't have a 'heart' or 'morality', it was more so that Ryu didn't have the time to waste on such things.
To Ryu, every moment was precious. Every second he wasted on something that couldn't improve his strength was a waste. Some might say that kindness to your enemies was evil to yourself, but Ryu took it even a step further than that. Kindness in general, especially when you were overstepping your bounds into territory you knew little about, could also be counted as evil to yourself.
