For a moment, silence was the loudest sound in the field.
Toji Tendo walked forward with his long katana. His face was bored. Despite his lazy demeanor, Dante saw strength in that.
Each movement he made the world around him echoed.
Dante had never seen someone who could draw the world as Tendo. He hated to use Thomas as a comparison but not even Thomas could draw in mana like this.
And that was ignoring the immense mana Tendo was releasing. He wasn't even doing it on purpose.
Every creature with mana did that subconsciously. Dante also did that because it made the mana flow smoother.
Dante swallowed saliva and waited for the tension to release.
Then it began.
Tendo struck first, moving with a certainty that made the ground seem steadier under his feet. His katana glimmered as it cut the air, each swing smooth, practiced, and frighteningly efficient.
