The training field behind Sapphire's mansion was large enough to resemble a small private stadium.
There were no stands, only an almost perfectly flat stretch of grass surrounded by ancient trees, a few stone structures, and, much farther away, the main building of the estate.
Sapphire had chosen that place years ago precisely because any serious training inside the mansion eventually ended with broken walls, complaining servants, and an absurd reconstruction bill.
That morning, Vergil stood near the center of the field with Yamato secured at his waist.
Scáthach was approximately twenty meters ahead, wearing simple training clothes with her long red hair partially tied back.
She carried no spear, sword, dagger, or any other visible weapon.
In fact, her hands were completely empty as she watched Vergil with that calm expression that was beginning to irritate him more than it should.
"Draw your sword," she said. "And attack me with everything you have."
Vergil remained still.
