After reminiscing on my memories, Libert and I continued training, the echoes of our clashes reverberating through the training grounds.
Clang...!
The sound of metal meeting metal filled the air as my blade collided with Libert's. Despite my strength advantage, he effortlessly guided my blade out of reach, his movements precise and fluid. With a swift maneuver, he struck me on the chest with his dull sword, causing a sharp sting despite the lack of a cut.
"Looks like you heeded my advice, sir hero," Libert remarked, his tone laced with a hint of satisfaction. "The path your sword takes is much clearer now."
"Sticking to the basics isn't always the path to strength, but it does lay a solid foundation," I replied, acknowledging his point.
