Every sphere of light was black, red, and white.
What differed was the proportion of those three colors in each sphere.
The seven spheres formed a peculiar arrangement, resembling a star chart.
Each sphere seemed to exert a faint, unusual pull on the others.
Together, they gave off an unfathomably mysterious yet terrifying feeling.
"Ha! And you still claim you're not that old bastard Sengoku's student!"
Golden Lion abruptly pointed at Randall, looking as though he had finally caught him out.
He had no idea what trick Randall was about to pull, but those spheres reeked so strongly of Sengoku that it practically spilled out of them!
Randall could not even be bothered to respond.
Was he supposed to tell Golden Lion that he had learned this just by watching Sengoku's "demonstration" once?
Unfortunately, he did not practice swordsmanship. Otherwise, Golden Lion would have learned the meaning of despair.
One moment, Golden Lion would unleash a magnificent wave of sword energy.
"Slashing Wave!"
The next, Randall would unleash an identical, magnificent wave of sword energy.
Your sword technique is indeed powerful, but now it's mine!
Randall could not help thinking that if Aequus were here, he would probably learn a great deal. At the very least, he could learn Slashing Wave.
Aequus: You're giving me far too much credit...
"This technique follows the mysteries of planetary motion, giving rise to countless transformations."
Randall spoke leisurely.
Golden Lion frowned at his words.
What the hell is this brat talking about? I didn't hit him in the head earlier, did I?
"You don't need to understand. You only need to experience it for yourself."
Seeing Golden Lion's confusion, Randall shook his head.
As soon as he finished speaking, Randall waved a hand, and the seven spheres behind him shot toward Golden Lion.