"The Bai family has only been a family of swordmaster awakeners for generations, and I strongly feel that you will be like us, Tingfeng. You must learn our family's swordsmanship as early as possible. Wooden swords are the only toys you can play with. Do you understand that?" A thick, unfeeling voice rang inside Bai Tingfeng's head, and a sense of panic started to bloom in his heart.
He wanted the voice— the memories to stop from stirring his emotions. However, the storm in his consciousness continued to brew. As the sky over him turned darker and the wind blew harder, the unforgiving voice from his deeply repressed memories echoed continuously.
"Don't stop swinging until you reach 100 swings. You're already seven years old, so you should be able to do that much!"
And things started to get intense.
