Well, the same pattern repeated over the following days.
Each morning, Yamamoto arrived at dawn. Warm-ups, drills, corrections, more drills. Greaves was a harsh teacher but fair—he pushed everyone equally hard, praised improvement without coddling, and had zero tolerance for half-effort.
That aside though, Yamamoto felt as though he was going there to get beaten up more than he was learning.
He always knew the cliché talk with swordsmanship, especially those he would watch in anime and the likes, talking about building strong foundation and the likes, but actually experiencing it for himself was nothing to smile about.
The entire time spent could be described as tedious and exhausting work. There were no flashy techniques or advanced skills, just endless repetition of fundamentals—how to stand, how to move, how to hold a blade at the correct angle, and the likes.
