The white-haired young girl raised her sword to block Meluna's fierce thrust, drawing the rainwater to condense into sharp flowing water, gently winding towards the black-haired young girl: "It seems there's a time discrepancy in some of our encounters. Didn't you start learning swordsmanship when he returned to the village?"
Meluna thrust her sword forward fiercely, piercing through the rain: "I didn't learn from him."
"Without Grandpa Otto, where did your swordsmanship start?"
"I learned it myself, then collected sword manuals."
"Learned it yourself?" Meimei couldn't imagine how the person opposite her had made it to this point.
"You and I are the same, the more you use the sword, the more you will learn."
"Alright, I admit, using a sword seems like an innate ability for us. Even without teaching, you gradually understand, but you..."
