Accursed Heritage
[Thou shall perish like the Tarnished…] [I Have Made The Foolish Mistake Of Trusting A Tarnished…] [Oh, Foul Tarnished…] *** An orphan by the name of June found himself swept into the wretches of the Ark, a magical world that connected its existence to the world from which he came… the Mortal Realm. Realizing he was a dead man, he accepted his fate… only, his fate turned out to be drastically different than what he had expected. In fact, it offered him an opportunity to live, something he thought wasn’t possible. But with such an opportunity, came a cost, and his… well, was a dark one.
Nightfall
"... ninety-eight, ninety-nine, o-one-hundred!"
June let out a heaving breath, sweat dripping from his brows. His arms and shoulders ached, and he was visibly out of it.
Over the last hour, he had done exactly what Gemm had instructed him to do: swing his sword in place. At first, it was a bit awkward, and he wasn't getting full motion in his swings, which was apparently the entire purpose of the task, but she quickly corrected him.
However, once he got that part down, it only got harder. He had thought he merely had to swing the sword comfortably in one place two-hundred times, but no, that wasn't the case at all.
Each swing had to be precise, packed with power, and packed with enough force to pierce an enemy. In fact, it had to be in the same realm of perfection, if not close. That's what made it difficult.