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.

as a Sleeper because of his unique Aspect, hundreds upon hundreds of shadow fragments he had absorbed on the Forgotten

What, then?

taught him obviously came to mind. It was designed to be a perfect foundational style, after all. However, Sunny didn't like the

suspected that this ingeniously adaptable battle art had been created by the martial genius, Broken Sword himself. He also had an idea of who Broken Sword's killers were. Who could tell what problems knowing this

battle styles in the Dreamscape. However, none of them impressed him too

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

grounded battle

Sunny knew, and one that provided the best defense.

than 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 for that.

was staring at her with a dark

Did I

shook

Actually, your form was perfect for the last

smile suddenly appeared on the teenage girl's

I practiced every day while you were gone on your trip. All my classmates think that I lost my

corner of

refer to people as fools? She was such a polite girl before… uh… before meeting

a couple of times, then

it right, why were you staring

I don't

Sunny cleared his throat.

I think that you're ready

Rain beamed.

"Yes! Finally!"

looked around the living room, and then

battle techniques? Effie said that you are decent with the sword. At least I think that was what she meant. Are

then shrugged and stood

Let me just… actually, this place is