One month had passed since my brother and I started training together. Well, I mostly run and do a few exercises.
As I watched him practice, I couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and frustration.
"Hya! Hya!" he exclaimed, swinging his sword with determination.
"No, you're doing it wrong," I corrected him, trying to hide my exasperation.
"Then, like this?" he asked, adjusting his stance.
"Yeah, but a bit faster," I replied, hoping he would grasp the technique.
Swish! Swish!
His sword sliced through the air, the sound echoing in the training grounds.
"Good. Keep it up just like this," I encouraged him, my voice filled with a hint of satisfaction.
"Hmmm..." Taking a deep breath, I observed my brother's progress. It had been a challenging journey for him.
