Alvin's moment of terror became Stark's excuse to mock him...
Alvin's travel party spent an extraordinary night in a small village in Mêdog!
Although Stark's sharp tongue had left Alvin in a bit of a sour mood, the scenery in Mêdog and what they'd experienced that day still made him feel the trip had been worthwhile.
Early the next morning, they set out again, heading for a Giant Panda reserve in Sichuan!
Alvin didn't tell the others what had happened the day before...
Something like that could only be told as a story. If he claimed it had really happened, people might send him to see a psychiatrist.
Though Siyla's transformation had been real...
Even Alvin himself didn't really understand Siyla's abilities. How could he convince anyone else to believe in the "miraculous encounter" contained in that sword stroke yesterday?
"The Highest Good Is Like Water; water benefits all things and does not contend!"
This time, Alvin hadn't stumbled upon anything like Ancient Runes. Instead, he'd come across a sword technique by chance.
More precisely, it wasn't Alvin who'd come across the sword technique. It was Siyla!
That useless, dimwitted angel had changed because of it.
In the past, Siyla's fighting style had been all about speed: direct, straightforward speed!
After being reborn once its soul had dissipated, it was like a clean sheet of paper, waiting for its master, Alvin, to paint on it.
Unfortunately, Alvin was "artistically challenged," so Siyla's fighting style had grown more and more like his.
Now things were different!
Alvin couldn't explain exactly how...
Anyway, he couldn't make heads or tails of the mysterious lines Siyla had sent into his mind.
It wasn't until the foul-mouthed Stark had his body hair shaved off on one side by this angelic swordsman, whose curving streaks of