I kept practicing my sword swings until my arms were numb and felt like they would fall off at the shoulders.
I looked to my side as the young warrior kept up his swings, and I grew determined not to fall behind. A new surge of energy burst through.
"Oh, would you look at that," someone said while chuckling.
"Shouldn't she be home cooking? Why is she swinging a sword?" asked another.
"It must be a whim of the elders. Look, even Elder Hekar is here," the murmuring continued for a while. None of them even attempted to keep their voices low.
After what felt like two hundred-plus swings, the young warrior stopped, I did one more before stopping.
Sighing with exhaustion as I lowered my arms.
"Who said you could stop?" Tua Tahir swaggered over and made his stance clear.
I glowered at him and tiredly lifted the sword above my head to start again. I stopped counting and just kept swinging until I lost track of my surroundings and the people around me.
