In the ancient castle.
The city wall cracked, the pavilion weathered, and under the trees before the flowers, a short-haired, blonde girl wielding a knight's blunt sword, was sweating profusely as she meticulously slashed toward the front.
Slash, lift, stab, raise, horizontal, thrust, block.
She repetitively practiced the most basic movements, the pure iron heavy sword seemingly a burden too great for her young self, her fingers wrapped in bandages, stained with blood because her delicate skin couldn't yet withstand the intense friction of swinging the sword, resulting in abrasions. Her wrist, from holding the sword, was swollen and red; with each swing of the heavy sword, her arms trembled lightly from pain and fatigue.
The girl didn't know her movements were being watched by "Uncle GM" and "Auntie War Knight", as she gritted her teeth and practiced drenched in sweat for two hours.
Yi Lin unveiled the boundary, appearing almost "invisible" in the eyes of the outsider.
