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I was in a quiet section of the forest near Hong Yaowu, practicing with my sword. Everybody else was asleep for the night.
My muscles strained. The sword felt wrong in my hands. The grip was nothing like a shovel, or even an axe. I glanced again at the scroll, wondering what I was getting wrong, but as I looked at it, I somehow knew that I should be moving right. I should be following it perfectly.
And yet, it still felt off.
The movements were right, but ...
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