Eradan had just arrived back from his hunting, dropping both his catch and the map he found aside. The youth decided to have a few physical training before making his meal and studying the map better.
Eradan walked towards the area where he usually kept his woody weapon and chose a sword like one. As light as breeze and as elegant as water, this youth swayed with the sword in his grip while striking at some point.
A bubbling joy welled up in his heart. Eradan felt proud of his little achievement in combating. He was getting better with the ways of the sword.
