Mizu’s eyes narrowed, the cold steel of his katana reflecting the dim moonlight. With a fluidity born of years of meticulous effort, his seamlessly blended a master samurai’s strikes with the swift, unpredictable maneuvers.

Amidst the chaos of clashing swords, a twisted grin on his face. Each swing of Mizu’s blade was a dance, his blue eyes locked onto and with a smirk, he uttered,

“Finally, someone worthy of my blade.”