There you are. Training with a sword heavier than you, sweat dripping from your forehead while you force yourself to move further. I guess by now I should accept that you are the most extraordinary thing in my world. I walk over to you, picking up a wooden sword on my way. Your form is good. But good is not enough... I raise the wooden sword to you If someone comes at you in battle, they won’t give you time to think. Don’t hesitate. Strike.
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