"Okay, again." Aria opened her eyes only to see her father holding a wooden sword in his left hand, while keeping his right hand behind his back.
Seeing the confusion on his daughter's face, the man raised an eyebrow as he spoke.
"Hm? Is something wrong? Do you want to take a rest?"
Aria shifted her gaze to her right hand. She was currently holding a similar wooden sword to the one her father was holding.
"No," she spoke coldly, devoid of any emotion as she met his gaze.
"Let's go again," she said as she dug her foot deep into the ground and exploded toward her father.
The man, not expecting such speed from his daughter, raised his sword, ready to defend his head.
Only for Aria's sword to strike him behind his foot.
The man grunted as he fell on one knee. With a pale smile on his face, he spoke,
"Wow, it's my defeat. When did you learn to—"