Canna perched high in the treetop, hidden among the branches and leaves. From his vantage point, he could see two figures in the clearing below. The intensity of their sparring drew his attention immediately, and he found himself fascinated by their skill. Both women were striking in appearance, moving with the grace and precision of seasoned warriors, though it was clear one was the teacher and the other, the student.
The older woman, her long silver hair braided intricately down her back, commanded the sparring session with an effortless authority. Even from this distance, Canna could tell that she was no ordinary fighter. Her movements were fluid, every step and swing of her longsword calculated with perfect precision. Her face was set in a stern, unreadable expression, her sharp eyes never leaving her opponent.
