Sword Saint of Divine Judgment and Genius Uta! (Bonus Chapter for the "Little Transparent Who Reads" Alliance Leader, 13)

"Figarland Garling, I pay my respects to Lord Imu!"

Before the gates of Star-Pressure Palace.

The moment Saint Figarland Garling saw Imu approaching, he immediately dropped to one knee and offered a respectful greeting.

He had clearly regained his youth, but the beard he kept made his head look like a golden crescent moon.

That was also the greatest difference between his current appearance and his younger days.

"Mm."

Imu, clad in a loose white robe threaded with gold, nodded for him to rise.

Without slowing his steps, he passed Garling and entered Star-Pressure Palace.

Garling immediately rose and followed behind Imu.

Although he had often received guidance these past days, he still did not dare show the slightest breach of etiquette.

"Mu can sense sword intent from you. It seems you've improved recently."

"Yes. I have gained some understanding of the principles you spoke of—winning without a sword, and ten thousand swords returning to one. Sometimes, with a mere wave of my arm, I can condense an air sword, but it remains ineffective against Haki."

Garling hurriedly voiced both his insights and his doubts.

Without looking back, Imu replied in an indifferent tone, "As expected, you're only one step away. You merely lack an opportunity."

In this situation, one either relied on a sudden epiphany or used battle to force a breakthrough.

But the more likely outcome was remaining forever before the "gate" to the Sword Saint realm.

"Do you mean for me to go out and seek such an opportunity?" Garling asked cautiously.

"No need. Mu can give you that opportunity right now."

By then, the two had reached the center of the first floor of Star-Pressure Palace, one ahead of the other.

As soon as Imu finished speaking, he suddenly turned to face Garling.

In an instant.