Vergil adjusted himself, slowly spinning the Yamato before sheathing it. The air around him was still—finally still—after days of intense training and absolute mastery of the energies coursing through him. He took a deep breath, feeling every spark of power pulse in harmony.
"I'm ready," he said, with that quiet authority that made even the shadows align. "The Heavenly Tournament has nothing left for me to fear."
Sapphire, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, watched him with a small, almost amused smile. In the reflection of her crimson eyes, Vergil looked like a star about to explode.
"Ready you are," she agreed, pushing herself off the wall and walking towards him. "But the tournament is still six days away."
Vergil frowned slightly, a trace of impatience sliding across his face.
"Then why did you call me so early? Do you intend to test some new technique on me?"
Sapphire chuckled softly, shaking her head.
"No. We're not training today."
