"Your stance is off, again. Keres, are you even listening to me?"
The young man groaned. It was the tenth time he had been screamed at by his teacher, and he was getting tired of it. But his father kept telling him that this class was too important for him to miss.
Miss Clarisse was one of the best swordsmen in the kingdom. She knew what she was doing, but she was so strict and demanded quite a lot.
She knows this, too, but at the same time, it was for the best.
She sighed, sheathing her blade.
"Alright, I'll let you off, but you have to learn it, you want to protect your little sister, Iris, right?"
Keres gripped his blade with both of his hands, nodding with determination, as she took her leave.
The moment she was out of the room, she let her facade crumble.
"Damn, that brat has some power."
