"Damn, I didn't expect I'd have to take this out again," Godwin grumbled as he rummaged through the storage room.
Dust had piled up so much that it whirled around every time he moved.
"Cough."
Live a little cleaner, will you?
I coughed and stepped back.
And then, a short while later.
"Found it."
Godwin emerged from the storage room, closing the door behind him.
In his hand, he held a sword.
A menacingly large and heavy blade.
It was the typical sword used for beheadings by executioners.
Despite being cleaned of blood, the smell of death was still strong—enough that I might have shivered if I believed in ghosts.
"We might as well start now," Godwin spoke with a hint of irritation.
But of course, he wouldn't teach carelessly.
He's a man who keeps his promises.
"Start whenever. I prefer it to be quick."
"Fine. Let's start with the stance. Watch carefully."
Wooosh!