(Arcane Academy's Training room)
In a quiet space away from the busy magical academy, I took comfort.
Holding a wooden sword, I faced a sturdy training dummy, preparing for a different kind of training.
"Cl-Clack! "
With a quick swing, the wooden sword met the dummy, making a sharp sound of wood hitting wood throughout the room.
I adjusted my hold, concentrating on accuracy and form.
Every hit showed my determination, the rhythmic noise of training slicing through the background sounds.
I planned a series of moves, the wooden sword going through imaginary opponents in a combat dance.
"Clash! "
"Clack! "
"Clack! "
The clashing sounds continued, a mix of strikes and defences blending with the magical energy in the air.
The training dummy became a canvas for my imagination, soaking up the hits from my made-up battles.
