A week had passed since the recent event...
And everything had turned to normal, with sari going out early and coming home late, while Alaric had been doing his workouts and reading books to gain more knowledge about the world, he's in.
Because he was a strong believer of the phrase, 'Knowledge is Power.'
Meanwhile...
The sun hung high overhead, casting golden rays over the courtyard. A gentle breeze whispered through the air, rustling the leaves and carrying the sharp whoosh of a blade slicing through air.
Alaric moved in seamless rhythm, locked in his intense training.
Sweat trickled down his temple, his shirt clinging tightly to his lean, defined torso.
Each swing, each stab mirrored the technique Sari had drilled into him.
His feet slid across the ground with precision, one step flowing into the next.
He slashed down, then twisted his wrist and without missing a beat, raised his other hand.
Fwoosh!
