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... yard.
Fenric stood in the middle of the yard.
There was no one around. No servants. No instructors. No one watching him.
Just him and his breath.
He held a wooden sword in his hands. It wasn’t heavy, but after enough swings, it started to strain his muscles.
He swung it again. A diagonal cut.
Then again.
He stepped forward, pivoted, then stepped back.
He repeated the basic moves over and over. At first, he felt tired fast, but afte ...
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