The commander had told everyone that they shouldn't excessively train in order to save up energy for the journey ahead, but Henry couldn't help burning off the nervous energy that found a home inside of him.
He used a practice sword so his arm wouldn't get fatigued, but he needed to stay active. If he thought about the movements he made to control a blade, he would think less about the horrors he would likely face after the two-week journey to the north.
As he sliced the air from the center to his right side, the blade suddenly stopped as it met something hard.
Commander Callum Lothian stood in front of Henry, having caught the wooden blade in his hand. He had a displeased expression on his face and he didn't let go of the sword. As usual, the expression instantly chilled Henry to his core more than the bad weather ever could.
"I thought I said no practicing," he reminded Henry in a cold tone. "I won't have apprentices holding back the expedition."
