Move faster. Quicker. Break through.
With a slash, I cut through the clouds. Lightning coming down onto my sword.
This isn't enough.
I'm not strong.
My blood was boiling. Every time I trained, I withstood a tremendous amount of pain in order to excel.
But it's not enough. I can feel it. I can see it.
My lady has surpassed my liege.
And that demonic child is by no means something that can be defeated.
Am I supposed to remain weak? Is this what the path I chose to take look like?
Being unable to do anything to protect those who I want to protect?
"That's enough, Viv. Trainings over." Said my liege.
I no longer let go of my blade when she slapped it away.
It has been a long time coming, but I can finally keep my weapon in hand. She praises me and says I've improved. But what does that matter? I'm weak and I can't protect them.