Annelli wore a deep blue skirt, a white blouse, her legs wrapped in grey stockings that accentuated the curves. She moved nimbly across the floor, her rapier tracing afterimages in the air. Only a few silver arcs of her sword flash, stabbing towards Tilan from different directions.
From the beginning, she had not held back but had given it her all. This was not her first ti sparring with Tilan. Initially, she thought that Tilan might not be skilled in swordsmanship—after all, the girl's previous educational environnt was not good, and she had no opportunity to learn these things.
But after their first encounter, she realized how terribly wrong she was.
In the last two days of sparring, she had lost all 16 matches, each ti easily defeated by Tilan's swordsmanship, even though both restrained their transcendental abilities and did not use any additional powers.
In the dimly lit room, their silhouettes intertwined continuously, the sound of clashing swords coming intermittently. Compared to Annelli's all-out effort, Tilan was much more relaxed and at ease. Though her longsword appeared slightly wider than the rapier, it was more agile, the blade turning in the air like a swallow, indescribably smooth and swift.
However, she did not stick to this sword style but kept changing her way of using the sword, sotis obscure, sotis light and rapid, as if she was familiarizing herself with so strange sword technique and then slowly integrating it into her own system.
After another clashing of swords, Annelli retreated, panting.
"No more, I'm so tired," said the young lady with silver-gray hair, sweat beading on her forehead.
Although Tilan seed to expose several flaws due to unfamiliarity with the new sword technique during the sparring, every ti Annelli attacked, Tilan would change again, blocking Annelli's thrusts and slashes in an appropriate manner.
After Annelli stopped, Tilan continued to stand in contemplation, her sword blade occasionally swinging in her hand, spinning between her fingers, tracing curved arcs in the air.
If any observant person compared the images of her wielding a sword just now with Temisia's swordsmanship at the Winter Festival banquet, they would find many similar details between their techniques, yet the styles were different.
Temisia's swordsmanship leaned more towards offense and fast-paced movent, utterly magnificent, while hers was more reserved and defensive, possessing a serene beauty that seed unshakable, like a mountain that could not be moved.
After a short while, Tilan sheathed her sword and went over to Annelli, starting to guide her through the omissions in her sword technique and suggesting improvents.
With the mories of Temisia and the legacy of the Green Lotus Sword Washing Palace, her insights into swordsmanship probably surpassed even so of today's masters. It was only limited by ti and her Sequence Stage that she couldn't fully express many of the sword techniques and secret techniques.
After the explanation, it was already late, so the two left the dark room where they had been practicing their swordsmanship.
By then, not many students remained in the training ground, just a scattered few.
When Tilan passed by, several couldn't help but marvel, simply because her outfit was so striking. The black, smooth long hair; black stockings; black shoes; black skirt; and just a few blue roses, like the finishing touch to a painting, left them in awe.
After entering the Interstellar Era, the probability of encountering handso n and beautiful won had increased significantly due to genetic technology improvents and the ergence of many beauty and makeup techniques. In essence, anyone could be attractive if they had the money. However, even so, individuals with a special charisma were still rare, and this young girl was one of those exceptional people.
As the girl walked past everyone, she didn't turn her gaze but was aware of the attention on her, which made her slightly embarrassed. Actually, this was the first ti she wore this dress, requested by the head maid recently.
The design and tailoring of the clothes were from a master in the Central Star Domain, sent to the Academy. Then, Pranli, the head maid, asked her to wear this dress while moving around the campus, whether dining, practicing swordsmanship, or attending to other matters. At night, Pranli would inspect the details of the dress, checking for wear and tear and any damaged seams.
Dressing appropriately was an important aspect of etiquette. It may not be challenging to create beautiful clothes, but to showcase the additional style and beauty they offer while maintaining elegance is no easy task.
Many people donned formal attire as if monkeys were crowned, incongruent and out of place. So of their behavioral details failed to match the impression their clothes were supposed to convey, creating a sense of conflict and dissonance. This is an example of 1 1
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