I arrived inside the ward, and met Aunt Penelope, who turned to me.
The sight of her shocked me because of the weapons in her hands.
She was supposed to be resting. She ought to be lying in bed.
But rather than that, she was sweating profoundly like someone who had run a marathon. Though I knew she had not run a marathon. She must have spent her time practicing with the swords in her hands.
"Aunt Penelope!". I panicked, before snapping my fingers and making the swords in her hands appear in mine.
After that, I tossed them aside on the ground and hurried to meet her.
It was after I stood in front of her that I said to her. More like, I kind of scolded her, saying, "Aunt Penelope, what are you doing instead of resting? You should be in bed rather than practicing with those swords".
