The warm spring sunshine gently nourished all living things. A breeze brushed over everyone like a mother, wiping away the heat of the kind paternal sun.
It was wonderfully refreshing.
On the training ground, two women with high ponytails, one silver-haired and one black-haired, stood tall and graceful as flowers.
They bloomed in dazzling splendor.
Their light, dancing steps and flashing swords made for an elegant swordsmanship waltz.
Leticia's swordplay was nimble, her attacks cunning and fierce.
Yuffie's swordsmanship was a feast for the eyes, with not a single wasted movement. Her figure moved swiftly.
In just a few short moments, the two had changed positions countless times.
Swordlight flashed, and their figures blurred like shadows.
After an intense exchange, Yuffie's Fine Steel Swift Sword finally couldn't withstand the fierce blows. After too much time spent on defense, it was cut in two by the Fine Steel One-Handed Sword in Leticia's hand, and the broken blade fell to the ground.
"You've already surpassed me." Yuffie stared in shock at the broken sword. Back in the academy, she had been the most outstanding, with all the world's young talents beneath her. As the Empire's most perfect Princess, she had long since grown accustomed to it.
Whether it was politics, history, mathematics, swordsmanship, archery, horsemanship, magic, or alchemy, she had always been number one.
Now, Leticia had surpassed her in combat.
"Ah." Yuffie smiled in sincere acceptance. There was no trace of jealousy on her face. She went to pull the broken sword from the ground herself, then handed the unusable weapon to a maid.
Then she looked at the artificial pseudo-divine weapon at Leticia's waist, which she hadn't drawn. "I was right to give you that sword."
A rare smile appeared on her cool, strikingly handsome face, pale as frost. She