Don't Believe It!

The 8th Division's barracks. It was already night, but the sounds of fighting still emanated from the brightly lit dojo.

"Bite!"

Two figures crossed paths in mid-air, their naginata and longsword clashing and sparks flying.

Katori landed gracefully like a heron, twisting his body on the spot to stand with his sword at the ready. The Captain's Haori, like a fleeting phoenix feather, twisted into a beautiful arc behind him.

Cang Nan landed steadily on both feet, then slid backward for two or three meters before coming to a stop.

Katori coldly watched Cang Nan's figure. Cang Nan's Zanjutsu sparring hadn't stopped all day...