Lancet, Luke, and Min Tu worked through their drills inside the Summoner-D training room.
Lancet had the Radiant Guillotine gleaming in his hand as he pivoted through a series of controlled cuts, each swing cleaner than the last.
Anyone could see that Lancet was a good enough swordsman, but Renan's words kept drifting into his mind.
He telegraphed his attacks, depended too much on borrowed Skills, overcommitted, undercommitted, and focused too much on reading the battle instead of executing technique.
It was annoying for Lancet to remember especially because he started to notice them the more he trained
Luke was across from him, and he was not in a talkative mood.
He held Sunpiercer with a grip so firm his knuckles had gone pale, his expression tight and flat in the way it always got when he was angry but trying not to let the anger leak into an actual expression.
