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The last day of the vacation. And the last training of the entire schedule.

Monty's training curriculum is generally like this:

First, Monty gives a basic explanation and demonstration of each weapon. The weapon of the day varies. According to Monty, there's a clear order, but from what I've seen, it seems like he just picks whatever he feels like.

Then, I follow the demonstration Monty showed, get corrections, repeat, and after that, a light sparring session.

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