He stood up and slowly demonstrated a stance.
I followed him.
The technique of the Sword King was quite complex.
We trained for over an hour.
When we stopped, I was drenched in sweat and collapsed on the grass.
My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath.
"You lasted quite a while. It looks like your body is stronger than I expected." Dad crouched beside me, and grinned.
I gave him a tired nod.
He looked up.
"Drink's here."
A maid approached, carrying two glasses of something cold and minty.
Mom waved at us from the pavilion.
I closed my eyes for a second, breathing in the scent of the garden and the faint breeze.
For a few seconds, I just let myself relax.
I had memorized the entire first stage of Varren's Dominion Wall.
All of its the movements, stances, and breathing forms were in my head,
Now I just needed to practice it until it became second nature.