BACK TO AADYA'S POV
The black stone that's the size of my hand when balled into a fist rests in my right hand while one of the blades rests in my left hand, I had recently covered the stone with oil once more to enable me to sharpen the last knife with ease.
My right-hand moves downward as the stone rests on the blade in this course sharpening it, all that could be heard in this small compound of Hunter's home are the little noises coming from the stones moving against the blades I and Twist are sharpening separately.
He refused to sit anywhere near me instead he went to the other end of the house with about six blades of different sizes to sharpen on his own, it took me a while at first to sharpen the blades without causing myself harm, I believe I learn fast because soon after I had a bit more ease with the blades and the stone.
