Ripple Sword—Ash had seen it many, many times. He had witnessed almost the entire process of how Sword Maiden took Ripple Sword from clumsy use to mastery bordering on the divine. He had watched her Ripple Sword Spell Spirit grow up from childhood.
The Heretic Leader was actually a little afraid of Sword Maiden. It was not because of love or guilt, but because whenever the red-haired beauty gripped her sword, he could clearly sense that beneath that youthful, exquisite outer shell, some kind of frenzied desire was being nurtured.
Of the four Operators, Vesir and Witch did not like fighting at all; they were merely good at it. Vishy did not truly like fighting either; he simply liked trampling on life, and combat was only one way to do it. What he preferred was using Wisdom to toy with other people's Fate. Only Sword Maiden genuinely enjoyed battle. Only amid the crossing of life and death could she reveal her truest self. Perhaps even she did not know how delighted her expression became when she wielded violence.
Several times, when Sword Maiden felt wronged and lost her temper, Ash had taken the initiative to suggest a fight, but every time, he had done it deliberately with a clear purpose. To Sword Maiden, battle might be a way to get closer to the heart than an embrace.
In other words, if he wanted to beg Sword Maiden's forgiveness, he at least had to endure a brutal beating from her. If his luck was bad, several.
Ripple Sword was the swordsmanship path best suited to Sword Maiden. Through that unrestrained, arrogant combat style, she could break free from the many constraints of daily life, like an unburdened child roaming the sky, releasing all her pressure and resentment. Her Ripple Sword was