The Moonlight Swordsman

"Well, let's leave that for now and focus on the training.

"What is the thing you use the most or like? Like any particular fist technique, any particular spell, or weapon?"

"My sword,"

"Hmm... so you can try to create your own sword technique then. For that, you need to find your own uniqueness and have to get a little creative with it.

"The main thing to consider is never trying to copy anyone's technique. You can take inspiration but make it on your own,"

Aizel nodded.

His thoughts raced as he considered how he could invent his own sword technique.

He delved into his memories of various s, games, and animes, trying to recall different techniques he had seen.

Wondering what kind of technique he should develop--a thrust technique or something entirely different.

His thoughts consumed him, trying to come up with something unique to himself.

As the evening approached, the sky was tinted with a gradual shade of blue, and the moon began its ascent.

Vespara was assisting Daisy, while Aizel sat still for long hours, captivated by his thoughts.

He searched through every skill he could remember from literature, games, and anime, aiming to construct his own sword technique.

His attempts, however, were futile, and nothing felt like what he had experienced with Soren's technique.

The attack had been so tremendous that it had changed the entire geography of the river.

"Don't worry, no one creates their own technique in just a single day. It takes effort and experience.

"Just remember what I told you, and you will be able to create your technique.

"For now, let's head back," Vespara said.

Aizel let out a deep sigh and rose to his feet, his mind still racing with thoughts of sword techniques. With a heavy heart, he prepared to leave the barren land with Vespara and Daisy.

He'd be back again the next day to do some additional testing.

The trio was riding their horses when Aizel caught sight of Daisy gazing up at the sky. He followed her gaze and noticed the full moon radiating its moonlight, casting a spellbinding glow on the surroundings.

"Are you trying to sense the moon now?" He asked.

"I am wondering how it looks. Is it really as beautiful as the people say?"

"Believe me, darling, it's really lovely when it shines alone in the dark sky," Vespara replied.

"Yes, the moon always gives me a calm and loving feeling. It's like someone is looking over me," Aizel commented.

The trio continued their conversation during the journey and eventually arrived in the city. Vespara parted ways to return to her shop, while Daisy and Aizel went to their room in the inn.

"Does she sleep in her shop?" Aizel wondered as they reached their room.

As Daisy unlocked the door, the kids rushed up to her and Aizel, tightly hugging them one after the other.

After that, the group savored their dinner, savoring the various flavors. When they were finished, they retired to their rooms for the night, each dropping off to sleep in their own bed.

The next day...

The sun rose the next day, and Daisy and Vespara had to attend to some urgent matters at their shop, leaving Aizel alone to continue his training.

He returned to the same barren place they had visited the day before, expecting to come up with new ideas this time.

While Aizel was fully engrossed in his training, trying to devise his own unique technique, a group was conspiring to overthrow a small town located near Aquaheim City.

The town's name was Tidalheim and it was known for its picturesque seaside views and was a popular destination for people seeking to sample the exotic flavors of the sea monsters.

David and his cohorts were eating one of the exotic dishes in one of Tidalheim's finest restaurants.

The obvious contrast in David's appearance and manner, on the other hand, was impossible to ignore.

His skin had darkened, and he had lost all of his hair. His voice had become tremendously deep and almost unrecognizable when he spoke to his groups. It was as if he had transformed into a completely different person.

"So, what do you think about the artifact?"

"It is really quite fascinating. In this way, it will be easy for me to sneak anywhere easily." David said. "This face mask really works well; with just a thought, I can change my face, skin, body, and voice."

"So how should we do it?" Another hunter asked.

"Right now, most of them will be heading back to Felgura Castle to attend the Gala. So, this town currently has only low-level guards and mages that belong to the Goldwyn family.

"What we need to do is not only destroy their mansion along with their guards, but we have to burn every single restaurant here to ash.

"Kill everyone, bring chaos, and destroy the town. That is what we are going to do."

The atmosphere in the room shifted as everyone's expressions changed to determination and enthusiasm. They wasted no time and began strategizing their next move.

The Goldwyn mansion was their first goal, and the plan was to strike dread into the hearts of the aristocrats once more.

A short walk away from the restaurant, a lively tavern beckoned with its boisterous customers and the heady scent of alcohol and savory dishes floating through the air.

Waitresses raced around, swiftly delivering trays of drinks and plates of food to eager customers, their movements a blur of efficiency.

In a dimly lit corner of the tavern, a man sat alone at a table. His lustrous, light green hair cascaded down to his shoulders, framing his flawless, symmetrical face.

He gulped long swigs of booze from a bottle, one after the other, lost in thought.

"Alcoberg Town had much better alcohol than this place. It seems I should head there after the gala," he murmured.

"Sir, here is your squidilon salad; please enjoy." The waitress approached the table and gently placed the plate in front of the man, the fragrance of the wonderful meal drifting up and filling the air.

"Hmm, nice."