Regrowth (2)

I swung the wooden sword with little grace. My muscles ached from all the effort I put in, but not as much as last week, or the week before.

"Nice," The instructor clapped as I returned to a neutral pose. "You've recovered a lot, young master."

I shook my head. "I'm nowhere near being what I once was." I approached the benches and placed the wooden sword down. 

She shrugged as she gave me a towel. "That's some years away at best, Kai." Her gaze fell on my still thin and weak arms. "Despite not winning any tournaments, you had trained your body better than anyone else I know." She hesitated. "That includes your sister."

I laughed. "You've exaggerating." I wiped my sweat and looked at the entrance. "I'll head off now, thanks for the help."

"Any time," She said as I left.

Her words were funny – comparing me to my sister was ridiculous. She was so much more skilled than I was that it was hard to believe we were trained by the same person.