A solid stone wall.

That was the impression Daeun had of the one-armed swordsman.

She could reach out and touch it, maybe even attempt to climb it. But the wall before her was high and unyielding, too sturdy to overcome or break through.

“Haa… haa…”

Clutching her bleeding shoulder, Daeun breathed heavily. A fleeting expression of disapproval crossed Kana’s otherwise impassive face as she watched Daeun.

Was it disappointment in Daeun’s lackluster performance, or was she simply frustrated at seeing her struggle?

…I hope it’s the latter.

Daeun wanted to believe it was the latter, yet she knew Kana’s strictness …