CHAPTER 60 - ARTH

Arth felt bad that Elicantris had to use the rest of her alar to recover his numb arms and legs, but at the same time, he was glad that he could already move for his training today. He and General Edric had stood facing each other at the top of Mornt’s Tower. The dark skies above flashed and thundered. Arth bent his knees as he leveled Frostcalibur beside his head with both hands, pointing it towards the general.

Edric cocked his head. “That’s the fighting stance of the Blue Dragon Style Swordsmanship. How many forms have you already mastered?”

“Just two,” Arth replied. “I’ve learned the first long before when I was training with Chief Gregor … and Lucas taught me the second.”

“That’s a shame,” Edric said, crossing his arms over his chest. “There are five forms of this ancient swordsmanship style. I’ve witnessed your father using each one as we fought together against our enemies … but for the ultimate form, he was the one who taught me. And that’s what I’m going to teach you now.”

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