Shadow Slave

A few days later, Sunny was in his living room, watching as Rain performed the same strike over and over again, her eyes full of stubborn determination. The practice sword rose and fell, over and over again, cutting the air with a whistling sound.

…Actually, her form wasn't bad.

Effie was currently traveling between Citadels, so she had not come out of her sleeping pod for a while now. Sunny and Rain were alone, which made the training session much less lively.

'Finally, some peace and quiet…'

Despite thinking that, Sunny couldn't help but feel that his home seemed a little bit empty these days.

He sighed.

There were other things on his mind, too.

Now that his part of the deal with Cassie was complete, the journey into the Nightmare was drawing close. No matter how aloof about the whole thing Sunny wanted to remain, he was aware that there was a real possibility that he would not return from that trial alive. Even if he did, there was no telling how long conquering the Nightmare would take.

Which meant that his remaining time with Rain was limited, and he couldn't waste it.

He had to accelerate her training and teach her some actual battle skills.

Observing the teenage girl, who continued to swing her practice sword while drops of sweat rolled down her face, Sunny was in deep thought.

What style was he going to teach her?

Rain was his sister, so his first instinct was to share his legacy, Shadow Dance, with her. Almost as if they were members of an actual clan...

However, that wasn't a very good idea.

Not only was her mentality poorly suited for his shapeless and insidious battle art, but she was also physically incapable of learning it.

Since everyone received extensive combat training in school, there weren't really a lot of weak people in the waking world. But Shadow Dance was simply not meant to be practiced by mundane humans. It demanded a physical constitution of an Awakened, at least.

hundreds of shadow fragments he had absorbed on

What, then?

to mind. It was designed to be a perfect foundational style, after all. However, Sunny didn't like the idea of teaching it

created by the martial genius, Broken Sword himself. He also had an idea of who Broken

various battle styles in the Dreamscape. However, none

there was only one choice left. Coincidentally, he felt that it

grounded battle

knew, and one that provided the best defense. His goal was to ensure that Rain survives for as long as possible, and having

that, his sister seemed to share a connection with Saint. If she was such a big fan of the graceful demon, perhaps there was a reason

dark expression, Rain stopped and gave Sunny a questioning

Did I mess

shook his

was perfect for the

appeared on the teenage girl's usually

trip. All

corner of Sunny's mouth

fools? She was such a polite girl before…

couple

doing it right, why were you staring

now?! I don't have

Sunny cleared his throat.

think that you're ready to learn more than one

Rain beamed.

"Yes! Finally!"

the living room,

said that you are decent with the

shrugged and stood

a sword. Let