~ting!
The sound of metal on metal echoed around the room. I saw my own sweat falling to the floor in front of my eyes. The pain in my muscles made my whole body ache.
Yet they were not unbearable.
~ting!
After another clash, my fingers could no longer hold my sword and my grip weakened. Still, I did my best to keep the sword in my hand, which was the purpose of the training.
I will push my limits so that I can improve and overcome them.
I saw a sword descending on me with tremendous speed, thin and small but like a mountain. It was coming at my head, which was exactly its target, so fast that time seemed to slow down.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to turn. The sword came down, grazing my shoulder. After my close call, my eyes quickly focused on my opponent, Professor Calvin. His movements, the way he held his sword, his footwork.
