The Tenmei clan was a family of sword-users embedded deeply into Japan’s history. As the eldest daughter, Mio had mastered their secret technique. She had a natural talent for swordplay, and people had called her the High Blade. 

‘If you challenge her to a swordfight, you’re just asking to be crushed.’ 

In the past, Seo Jun-Ho had often sparred with her. Out of the 152 fights they had, his current record was 151 losses and 1 win. Except for that one win, he had always ended up in defeat against her. 

‘Of course, that only applies when we only use sword skills.’ 

If they were allowed to use their other abilities, even Mio herself had acknowledged that Seo Jun-Ho would win. But her current state wasn’t something to take lightly. 

‘It’s my first time seeing Mio this angry.’

Even though she didn’t show it, she treasured her friends. And she had just witnessed Gilberto die in front of her. If the elaborate ‘fake’ had copied the ‘real’ one perfectly, then she should be seething from head to toe. 

‘I’ll have to use that.’ 

Even if it...