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?"

"Hmm."

Baek-seo stopped her movements.

"It will take some time to get used to it, but once I do, I think it’ll be better than the Baekryun-do. It’s definitely good."

"That’s a relief."

The sword Baek-seo was …