Kyrian took a deep breath, feeling the cool afternoon air fill his lungs. The scent of the tree's leaves, the murmur of the water, and the silence of the courtyard, everything contributed to an atmosphere of concentration.
With a simple wave of his hand, he retrieved an old-looking book from his spatial ring.
The Basic Saber Manual.
Its cover was made of leather darkened by time, bearing marks of use that showed many hands had already turned its pages. The edges were slightly worn, and the title, engraved in ancient characters, had nearly faded away.
The pages had a yellowish tint but remained in good condition, carefully maintained and preserved. There were no spiritual formations, no protective seals, not even elaborate illustrations. Only a few simple figures demonstrating stances and plenty of text written in firm, clear handwriting.
