Bab 293: A Golden Sheen (1)

A moment passed as the wind blew our hair and tugged at our clothes. We remained still, watching each other, waiting our opponent to make the first move.

Then, I dashed forward.

I lacked the speed I once had, the strength I once had and the flexibility too, but what I did have was conviction. 

Uncle Eion stood tall, unmoving. Any other person would think they had caught him off guard, but I knew better than that. As soon as I came into the range of his blade, I leapt back, avoiding the wooden blade aiming for my throat.

"That only works once, uncle." I said with a grin as I took another step back. Without a moment of hesitation, he followed me. His blade rose, then descended on me. I raised my own blade to block it, and the dull sound of wood hitting wood sounded.