Chapter 1081: Taking Stock - Part 5

He tried a practice swing with his left hand at the empty air. Again, it felt awkward. He'd done proper battle with it against Rogue Commandant Amion, but now that he'd spent nearly a full day resting since then, it had gone back to feeling just as awkward as before. It took a good few slashes before he began to work through the stiffness, and he managed some degree of stability in the blade.

Then he started to add more speed to his imaginary attacks, cutting through the air with countless whooshes. He imagined Dominus' sword forms as he'd practiced. It was Dominus that he'd received his practice style from. That man had never missed a day without standing in the quiet with his blade, and pursuing some sort of ideal.