How Can You Compare Us To That Musclehead? - 1
A young, handsome man with jet black short hair and piercing blue eyes was swinging a long black sword over and over again, creating slashes of dark light at a certain distance away from himself.
He wore a pair of pants and no shirt, revealing his muscular chest, toned abs, and well-defined biceps. The sweat rolled down his skin and made his body glisten under the soft starlight of the Mystic Starry Realm's sky.
As he stood there in a vast grass field, the only sounds were the swooshing of his sword and the gentle breeze blowing through the grass beneath his bare feet.
His expression was serious as he repeated the same move over and over again, taking care to keep perfect form each time with steady breathing and controlled, flowing motions.
It seemed as though he'd been at it for hours, yet he didn't slow down or stop. The intensity of his training was evident in the way he moved and held his body.