Swoosh-! Swoosh-!
A sword streaked through the air, cutting through it in a swift manner and giving rise to a whistling sound. Sweat trickled toward the ground, quickly evaporating the moment it touched it.
Swoosh―!
Amanda swung her sword again.
'You're not fitted for the sword.'
Her grip on the hilt tightened, and she found herself swinging with even more force as her teeth clenched tightly.
'Bastard.'
She wanted to refute his comments. They were denying her efforts and the blood, sweat, and tears she shed to get where she was.
It was denying her efforts.
Every time she thought back at his face and the condescending look he gave her as he said those words, Amanda found herself hating him more and more.
…It's just that.
'What if his words are true?'
She stopped swinging the sword and lowered her hand.
What if, the words he said weren't a lie and were the truth?
