What I Expect From My Trainees

Yvonne held the wooden stick in her hand and turned and twisted it around in order to observe it in minute detail.

The stick that Captain Reel had tossed in her direction was a wooden replica of what a sword in this world looked like.

He had decided to start his class on self-defense by teaching her the basics of how to hold and yield a sword.

The sudden move of throwing the sword at her was to gauge how quick her reflexes were and to understand at what pace he needed to teach her.

'She sure can move but needs to improve her aim.' He analyzed after watching her movement.

He had come to that conclusion as she had caught the sword by the blade instead of the hilt which she should have held.

If this had been a real sword then those soft little palms of hers would now have long gashes which would be bleeding at this moment.