A fighting style was the set of techniques someone used in battle.
Werther did not know many techniques, but every one of them was useful.
Lately, though, Werther had noticed a weakness: he lacked an overwhelmingly powerful Sword Technique.
Although Secret Sword: Tsubame Gaeshi had evolved once, its power still did not satisfy him.
And while Black Armament Sword: Extreme Blade was formidable, it was not the kind of move that could settle a fight in one stroke.
It troubled Werther. Fortunately, the situation in the New World had grown more stable, giving him plenty of time to develop a new Sword Technique.
"I have to come up with a powerful move soon."
Werther muttered to himself and started to rise.
A sudden stab of pain in his left arm stopped him. He was still injured. Developing a Sword Technique would have to wait until he recovered.
Werther sank back into the lounge chair and sighed.
Even with his injury, though, he could start planning.
Werther already had some ideas for the new Sword Technique. He would not create one from scratch; that would be too difficult.
Instead, he intended to combine powerful moves like Tsubame Gaeshi and Ultimate Blade, take their best qualities, and forge a technique that would strike fear into anyone.
But Werther had one more requirement: it had to restrict his enemy's movements.
No matter how powerful a move was, it meant nothing if it could not hit.
A move that restricted the enemy, struck hard, and preferably covered a wide area—that would be the perfect Sword Technique.
Werther gave a wry smile. Perfection came at a steep price.
"Sugar, find the Doctor from before and tell him to heal my arm as quickly as possible.
"Half a month—no, ten days would be best."
Sugar did