We have just four more weeks until we leave for the Orcan war.
Shing!
Right now, I'm on the ground, at the corner where training dummies are piled, I'm sharpening my ring-like blade.
Shing!
I think I've already decided to call this a chakram before. But, this one has more weight and is slightly larger than a normal Chakram; one that's meant to be a throwing weapon.
Shing!
K's started teaching me how to fight with this.. Chakram.
It's morning. The sun shining on me keeps reminding me.
But, strangely enough, I'm not even sweating.
The hard, smooth, black rock I'm holding on my right hand— I'm using it to sharpen the edges of my Chakram.
Shing!
It's a pretty good weapon.
Shing!
K forged a wooden handle for me to hold onto the blade. It divides the Chakram like the diameter of a circle.
Shing!
"That's enough sharpening for today, don't you think?" K's voice cuts in.
