I could feel Mikhail’s trembling through my fingertips.

The small tremors that I felt through his hands vibrated between our palms as he followed my movements.

"Just follow the movement of my hand."

Mikhail’s stiff movements gradually started to follow my guidance, drawing smooth lines.

• Hoo.

Clean and clear.

Though I can’t claim my way is the best, in this moment, I tried to instill in Mikhail the same martial skills that he had displayed in the novel.

The technique that had left the archbishop flustered and made the wind dance with just a small movement.

I …