*SWISH*
*SWISH*
A man with long white hair was standing in a secluded part of the dense forest, practicing with a katana. Every movement he made was precise, executed with careful calculation and perfection.
It was Renan, who was currently within a part of Elaris' core, diligently refining his katana skills.
He continued his practice for another hour, his sharp swings cutting through the air with measured grace. The rhythm of his movements was almost hypnotic, a testament to the hours of discipline he had put into mastering the blade. But then, just as suddenly as he had begun, he stopped.
"Amazing," he murmured under his breath, his eyes locked onto the wooden katana he had formed from a tree. The blade felt natural in his grip, like an extension of himself.
