Swoosh!
A dark blade cut through the air.
It was the weekend. In New Yongsan Street.
In the workshop’s test room, Baek-seo continuously swung the black sword.
Multiple elegant sword paths were carved into the air, as if watching a dancer with a beautifully fluid motion.
I was momentarily entranced by the sight, but soon regained my composure.
"Baek-seo, how does it feel?"