[Third Day]
After the early morning training, the students were told to report to Guinevere's office in an hour.
William was currently seated inside the bathing pool, his arms resting on the stone edge, eyes closed as warm water lapped gently against his shoulders.
The morning training had gone a little chaotic for him.
He had pushed himself harder than usual, trying to finish every exercise as quickly as possible just so he could get more time with his sword afterward. Stamina drills, resistance runs, balance exercises—he rushed through all of them, ignoring the sting in his muscles and the way his breathing kept hitching.
But the sword training itself didn't go as he hoped.
The weapon was heavy. Not just in weight, but in presence. Worse, it could disassemble mid-motion if his control slipped even slightly. That meant he had to constantly keep two things in mind at once—to not lose his footing and to ensure the sword didn't separate while swinging.
