The sound of clashing steel echoed in the courtyard as I swung my sword towards my opponent as quickly as possible. While my body continued to sweat, I kept attacking with my sword. I glanced at the expression of the old man watching me from the corner and, seeing his emotionless face, I gritted my teeth and increased the force applied to my sword.
About ten minutes later, the muffled voice of the old man in the corner echoed.
"That's enough for today!"
I threw my sword aside and collapsed to the ground. After catching my breath for a bit, I stood up and went to Baron Luwans. This man was a wise master who had been mentoring me for about six years. As I stood up, I ignored Fiona's son Lugoar, who was still lying on the ground trying to calm his breath, and approached the teacher.
"Thank you for your teachings," I said without bowing my head, as I was a prince.
