Split the wall in two with a wooden sword?!
That was something Alan had never even considered—no matter how he looked at it, it seemed completely impossible.
But for his sister, he had to try.
Right now, only Headmaster Gayle could stabilize Isabella's mysterious illness.
And since he had completely fallen out with Lioncrest Academy, leaving Sirius now would surely mean being hunted down mercilessly.
So Alan focused everything he had into swinging that wooden sword.
Strike after strike, endlessly slashing forward!
Though the sword energy was weak, and his arms were quickly becoming sore and drenched in sweat, he did not stop.
If Gayle gave him this task, it must be possible.
He simply hadn't figured out the right technique yet—or perhaps he still hadn't fully grasped the essence of Blade Spirit.
…
While Alan immersed himself in relentless sword practice, Blanche appeared beside Gayle, looking toward Alan's silhouette with a slight shake of her head.
