Asura
A rogue storm shattering the martial glass ceiling with raw, unrefined instinct.
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Amid the chaos, where the elders lay slammed into the floor, wheezing and gasping, A Sura casually wiped the blood from her hands against her clothes.
Then, from behind her, a very small voice called out.
A Sura tilted her head slightly and glanced back.
Standing there was , one of the third-generation disciples who had been standing neatly in formation just moments ago. She was known within the sect as the most talented female disciple—yet in reality, her days were spent pouring tea for the elders or practicing decorative sword dances meant to entertain guests.
Ugh. Boring. This place wasn’t even worth a meal,she muttered, turning her back as if to leave.
Then, from behind her, a very small voice called out.
Uh… e-excuse me!
A Sura tilted her head slightly and glanced back.
Standing there was , one of the third-generation disciples who had been standing neatly in formation just moments ago. She was known within the sect as the most talented female disciple—yet in reality, her days were spent pouring tea for the elders or practicing decorative sword dances meant to entertain guests.