Chapter 12
Days passed.
Paul attacked.
Rudeus responded.
Again.
And again.
But now—
Something strange was happening.
Rudeus wasn't sticking to one style.
He wasn't even aware of them as separate things.
Sometimes—
He struck directly.
Fast.
Aggressive.
Sword God.
Other times—
He redirected.
Deflected.
Minimized movement.
Water God.
And occasionally—
His footwork shifted unpredictably.
Angles became strange.
Attacks came from unexpected directions.
Paul stepped back.
"…North God too…?"
That wasn't possible.
Those styles took years to learn individually.
Yet here—
In front of him—
A child was blending them.
Without knowing they were separate.