Casey clapped her hand at a beat and observed with narrowed eyes at those in front of her.
"You! Yes you!" she pointed a finger at a young girl in the second row. "Why are you always one beat later than others? And you! You nearly dropped the sword while turning, didn't you? Go practice with your sword more!"
Casey pulled her hair with her hand and muttered beneath her breath, "I am going crazy. Finally most of them remember the moves, but they're just not moving at the same time! And we're still practicing with a practice sword! Dew Court has moved onto practicing with real swords days ago!"
The senior standing next to Casey, Lily, patted her on her shoulder and said, "We'll be alright."
I nodded. "We still have a few days. Don't compare with others."
