THE NEXT DAY
"Enough! Enough!"
After exclaiming those words, Chase slumped onto the grassy land, and the wind blew his nose. He adjusted his white tunic and inhaled deeply. His body was already throbbing and he couldn't feel his legs anymore.
{I didn't even know that swordsmanship is this hard!}
From his view, a tanned, tall man hovers in front of his sight. "Your Highness?" Ian blinked his worried eyes. He immediately extended his hand. "Your Highness, please don't just lay on the dirty grasses. Your skin might itch!" he panicked.
Chase didn't grab his hand, but sat up instead. He scooted until he reached the shade of the thick tree near them. He leaned on its branch and sighed. "I'm sorry. I want to take a break.." he said.
