"I will be fine, Nick. just trust me this once." he looked at me with anger filled eyes and left the place without saying a word.
I did not want to hurt him, but he had to learn that he could not protect me forever. I had to learn to protect me and my loved ones.
He pointed at the swords on the table. "Pick one and show me what you know. Your performance will decide whether I will train you or not.
I really wanted to spout profanities now, but the shine of the sword took my mind away.
I selected an unused sword. It was the first one I had held since returning to the past, but it felt as if it was just yesterday. My soft, un-calloused hand awkwardly gripped the solid handle, but my mind felt a strange sense of perfect understanding. I was fortunate that my training though turned misty with time; it still helped me through my unconscious mind.
