"Come on, Darko! Again! Attack me!"
I tighten my grip on my sword and charge at Viktor.
CLANG!
Sparks fly as my blade crashes against his solid-blood saber.
I pull my sword back and thrust toward his right shoulder.
Blocked without any trouble.
Then another thrust at his thigh.
Another at his abdomen.
Both parried just as easily.
It's not like I'm bad at this, okay?!
It's just that this guy handles his weapon like someone who's been doing it his whole life.
Actually, now that I think about it, he really has been doing it his whole life.
He was already in charge of security at the mansion before I was even born.
Meanwhile, Anastasia is sitting comfortably in an armchair not far from us.
She sips blood from a flute while watching the training closely.
I'm about to launch another attack on Viktor when I freeze as soon as my mother speaks.
"That's enough warming up!"
Then Anastasia pulls a stopwatch from the pocket of her pearl-gray pantsuit.
