I swing the saber again, trying to replicate what I think are decent moves. It's still very awkward, but each attempt feels a bit more natural. I couldn't help but think that it might be the great adaptation ability of the primordial race being at play here.
I could feel the weight of the blade and the tension in my muscles as I guide it through the air. While I didn't become a proper blade wielder all of a sudden, I think it's a good start…
"... Let's see what you're made of." I say to myself before putting the blade away to let it rest in its sheath.
Just then, there's a knock on the door of my changing room. The sound startles me out of my thoughts, and I quickly turn toward it.
"Master Quinlan?" comes a voice from the other side. It's one of the servants, likely here to lead me to the training room.
"Come in."
