At a sunny morning, Theron stood in the training yard, practicing a complex sword technique under Aldric's watchful eye. The sound of steel clashing echoed through the air as he moved with precision and grace, his focus unwavering.
"Excellent, Theron," Aldric said, nodding approvingly. "Your form has improved greatly. Remember, it's not just about strength but also about control and balance."
"Thank you, Master Aldric," Theron replied, pausing to catch his breath. He sheathed his sword and wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the progress he had made.
"Your father asked me to tell you to go to his office by 12. It's already a quarter to that time so I'll be dismissing the class early." Aldric informed as he showed a proud smile on his face. Seeing Theron, he really looked like a knight as he used the sword.
