Chapter 7 - Disciplining The Naughty Bandit (1)

"Fuck, what the hell do we do? I don't know jack shit about anything covered in those tests! I mean, seriously. This is the first time I've heard about the three basic principles of swordsmanship!" exclaimed Duncan. He was one of my buddies, good physique but lacking in the brains department—a classic meathead.

"It's because you're not paying attention that you're clueless. And what do you mean it's the first time you've heard of the three basic principles of swordsmanship? It's basically the fundamentals they've been drilling into us since childhood, you know? How can you not know that?" replied Raymond, the guy with round glasses. He was another friend I made at this school. Unlike Duncan, Raymond was on the thinner side but excelled in academics. They were the classic odd pair of friends.

"How am I supposed to remember something they told me in childhood?!" protested Duncan.

Raymond sighed, "What are the crucial things to remember in sword fighting?"