"Shut it. Are you ready to spar now?"
Steam spilled from the Hero's mouth while he spoke.
At the time, the rising sunlight was already beginning to soften the cold. And what a morning this was already.
Ard could not believe this was the sword hero. Then before he could reply, he threw his sword at him, as if he had been waiting for the other party to show up the entire night. Next, he grabbed another sword which was on the floor.
Ard clicked his tongue as he caught the thrown weapon. The worn grip told him everything—this sword had been held by human hands for at least more than an hour. How disgusting.
Then suddenly, the Sword hero's eyes flashed and kicked the floor as he started to dash forward, then swinging his sword in a curve.
The two steel swords clashed, emitting a crisp sound and the sound of steel.
"Harder!"
The sword hero shouted in protest as Ard was pushed back a couple of steps.
