[center][color=fff200]Aurelius Pendragon[/color][/center]

Aurelius mind raced with the many ideas that could explain how this man could pull off such a feat. This speed could not be natural, the precision of his cut was beyond anything he knew. Swordsmen in Camelot did fight with such speed, men like his father relied on superior technique and brawn to face down those that oppose them. His eyes just stared at the leaf as it slowly floated to the ground, the two halves representing the two halves of his mind seeking two different reasoning; One half sure that this man was using magic, and the other thinking it had to be the sword. That mindset slowly tanked as the man handed a katana to Aurelius, and he reached out to grip it. 

"I will practice and meet with you again." Aurelius bowed respectfully, "I look forward to your teachings." 

He brought the blade to his side, gripping the handle tightly to feel it's solid wood design. The weight did not match his regular sword, being lighting along the blade, noticing it was heavier in the handle only. A different form of training would be needed to prepare himself with this blade. He felt as though he could wield it to create faster strokes with less force; a novice to using any weapon of its kind. Aurelius turned to face Lady with a genuine smile. "Let's go train."