The courtyard was quieter at that moment, without the constant impact of heavy training echoing through the walls. Victor was standing this time, breathing in a controlled rhythm, his body still under the absurd weight of the ankle and wrist weights, yet already functioning as if it were… normal. Not comfortable, not light, but manageable. It was strange even to anyone watching from the outside.
Scarlet stood in front of him, holding the sword with a natural ease that made it clear it had been part of her for a long time. It wasn't just a weapon.
It was an extension.
The way she rotated her wrist, the positioning of her fingers, even the angle of the blade… everything had intent.
"Since no one here actually knows how to use a sword properly," she began, bluntly, looking him up and down as if deciding where to start, "I guess it's on me to teach you."
Victor raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Carmilla doesn't?" he asked.
Scarlet shrugged.
