Chapitre 39: Shitty mess

Time was flying by for Cassian, though nothing of significance or importance seemed to be happening. Even his sword fighting was becoming dull. He was making progress—sharpening his instincts, strengthening his muscles, and learning to transition smoothly from one move to the next. He had even managed to land a few hits on Nahir.

But the progress felt slow. Nearly two months had passed since he started, and while others might consider him a genius for how far he had come in such a short time, Cassian knew he could have done better. After all, he had the system, which, at first, he hadn't thought would help much, but it had proven to be a great aid.

The system had initially focused on helping him perfect basic moves. In the last two weeks, it had begun guiding him in combining those simple moves into more fluid combinations—sometimes attacking sequences, sometimes defensive ones.