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... y’s torso, the impact reverberating up my arms.
I reset my stance, feet planted shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent. Weight balanced. The way I’d taught myself from old training manuals in Father’s library.
Thwack!
Better. Cleaner contact this time.
The morning sun had barely cleared the horizon, painting the training yard in shades of orange and gold.
I wiped sweat from my forehead and checked my status.
HP: 164/180
MP: 65/65
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