— Seems like I got a second chance of beating you up. — Richard's words, as he addressed Isabela, carried a multitude of complex emotions. His smile, though genuine in its joy, was tinged with bitterness and simmering anger. The prospect of another encounter with Isabela stirred a bittersweet excitement within him. The desire to make her feel the sting of humiliation was a driving force behind his willingness to engage in the upcoming duel. The memory of her previous condescension and disdain fueled his determination.
Holding the wooden sword provided by his professor, Richard felt a stark contrast to the familiar weight of his own blade. The unfamiliar grip didn't quite align with the contours of his hand, yet he clutched it with all his strength and resolve. The sword was light, almost too much.
