On the playground, illuminated by soft sunlight,
Fingers tapped lightly behind his back as they waited for the right moment.
A large man with a small bald spot quickly approached the boy standing peacefully.
He delivered a fierce downward blow, intending to end everything at once.
The rhythm of the song changed.
Two fingers began tapping out nearby notes. The other hand was free.
With his eyes slightly closed, the young man moved toward the sword.
"..."
"..."
Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, his back arched smoothly backward in an arc, gently curving around the sword.
Enjoying the pleasant sensation of the sword cutting through the air inches from his back, he played a melody with all the fingers on his other hand.
Taking a step to dodge the sword, he moved closer to his opponent with a light movement. Elion spoke for the first time since his appearance without addressing his opponent,
"Faster..."
"What!"
The sword quickly flew up from its lowered position, sliding next to him in a horizontal strike.
Without interrupting his step, he arched his back sharply backward, and the tail of his hair almost touched the ground.
Looking at the sword inches from his nose, Elion did not stop, but followed its movement with a sliding step.
His fingers slowly pressed the notes.
*Thuddd!*
The large sword in the man's hands struck the ground with a dull thud and slid slightly across the surface, threatening to fall from his grasp. Although the weapon was wooden and unsharpened, it had the same weight as a normal sword.
The guy continued his long stride, following the sword. The moment it hit the ground, he straightened his back completely and stepped over the sword, humiliating himself in the process.
"Whaa!" The big man lost his composure. With a furious sound, he gripped the sword tighter and swung at the boy with all his might.
The tapping of his fingers became energetic again.
Step back. He thought, and his body instantly obeyed.
*Swish!*
A diagonal upward strike flew past Elion's slightly raised chin, missing it by a centimeter.
Without pausing, the sword continued its furious attack from top to bottom.
"Ugha!" The man cried out, stopping the previous attack and launching a new one simultaneously. He had a lot of strength, after all.
The same scenario repeated itself, and his fingers began to play the original melody with drawn-out sounds added.
Elion arched his back again, but this time reached behind it with one hand, artistically raising it in the opposite direction of the sword.
His hand and the sword flew past each other, almost touching.
*Thuddd!* The sword hit the ground, bouncing slightly before falling back to the same place.
"Ha... Ha..." The man stared breathlessly at his sword, which now had a small crack at the end.
"..." Elion did not stop and, moving his hand artistically in time with the song, glided softly behind his opponent's back.
His hand movements changed from tapping his fingers to smooth, harmonious wrist movements.
Standing back-to-back, he continued to glide around his opponent, one arm gracefully raised, his open palm catching the pleasant breeze and his face catching the warm rays of the sun.
The violin began to play.