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School Life?

There were trainers in the academy, so I was swinging my sword at random on the dummy.

Unlike instructors, they are tasked with keeping an eye on everyone who is training to see if the student has injured themselves while training.

Despite the fact that I appeared to be concentrating on attacking the dummy, I was actually looking around at some of the students.

'Weak,' I thought to myself.

Luke wielded a sword, and his technique was clearly distinct from the others. It was most likely something passed down through his family.

The sword strokes glided fluidly, as though they were part of nature's rhythm. I'm not sure how to describe it correctly, but it was a sword style that piqued people's interest.

It was quite fascinating.

He seemed like he was doing a dance.

That Lance guy, on the other hand, was the polar opposite

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His long sword, about twice his length, was swung crudely and quickly. His reach is comparable to that of someone wielding a spear.