Ten years ago, at the sword practice ground in the royal castle of Wildenhall, heard a clashing of blades and the shouts of young boy. Francis and Richard, two brothers, were sparring together, with their wooden swords under the golden afternoon sun.
"One more time! Let's fight one more time!" Francis shouted, his voice echoed.
Richard, his face twisted in frustration, replied, "That's enough! Brother Leofric has come home! I want to sparing with brother Leofric!"
"I will not give up until I win!" Francis declared.
"This is what I hate about you. I don't want to be scolded by the queen just for making you faint!" Richard threw his wooden sword at Francis, the sound of it hitting the ground sharp in silence.
He then coldly added, "Don't you remember what the teacher said? The purpose of sparring is to observe the opponent, get used to the opponent's movements, realize weaknesses, and then improve skills. Have you tried doing that?"
