Swords For Dummies

A day has passed since our shopping spree. Serena, who was on her own, was still away; she hasn't come back since then. I was starting to get worried about her. Maybe I should check in on her.

Olivia, who was still sleeping beside me, was sweetly sleeping. I didn't want to attend today's class because I wanted to train with the sword. But, fighting the serpent, I found a glaring weakness within me. I couldn't fight someone who was much faster than me. That was someone on the same power scaling as me.

As someone from a peaceful world, I didn't need to train my reflexes for any fighting. Charlie was isolated from the world, so he wasn't trained much. It also made me realize that I couldn't fight anyone that was going to fight me physically. When the serpent attacked me, my first thought was to defend myself from harm. If I knew how to fight with my fist or if I knew how to wield a sword, then I wouldn't have to let myself get hit.

I didn't know how to use a sword. My first thought was to swing it repetitively just to get the hang of it. My coordination was terrible. My balance was a mess when I held my sword and swung it. I could only blame myself for not doing many physical activities.

Swinging my sword for half an hour, I felt more in tune with it, my skills may be wrong, but it was better than before. I needed to wake Olivia up. While it may be hypocritical to skip class, I didn't want Olivia to fail next month's class because of a written test.

Going back, Olivia was awake. She was in the bathroom, by the looks of it. I didn't want to bother her there, so I sat down in the living room. Having to wait, Olivia came out of the bathroom.

"Good morning Olivia." I greeted her as she sat down beside me, putting her head on my shoulder.

"Good morning Charlie." She greeted me back. She was a bit tired of saying it.

Olivia, who was a bit tired, made us breakfast. We began eating and started to talk about our plans for the day.

"I'm going to skip today's class," I told her that I was going to skip class for the morning.

"May I ask why?" She wondered why I would do that, I had my own plans for the day, so I told her.

"Remember the sword that I bought? I want to train with it." I said, holding it, the blade was the color orange with a bit of red tint on it, and the hilt was a metal coated in gray. I liked the design of the sword,

"Should I watch over you?" She said, wanting to know how I was training.

"No, I don't want you to miss a lesson just to watch over me." It wouldn't be funny if she missed a class that would cover some parts of the exam. She was sad to hear that I wouldn't go, but she knew it was for the better.

"I see. Good luck then!" She gave me encouragement, hoping that my training went well.

"Why don't we go do something together after you come back?" I felt terrible leaving her to go to school alone, so I would make time for her.

"I'm going now!" She said as she began to leave.

"Study hard!" Leaving, I shouted, bidding her farewell.

With Olivia leaving, I took a few minutes off, went outside, and began to train. Should I just find someone to teach me how to use a sword?

I should just start with the basics. If I get a better feeling with them, I will find someone to help me advance in them.

My first practice would be to swing my sword with both hands back and forth. Then, swinging my sword back and forth a hundred times, I began to learn to thrust my sword. I did see some improvements in my swordsmanship, but I wouldn't be able to know if I was doing them correctly.

Should I use a dummy for my training? Cutting left, and right seemed awkward, or am I not supposed to do that? Also, I wasn't really that knowledgeable about weapons.

Practicing for about thirty minutes, I began to get bored. My hands were red, and I was a bit tired. Maybe I should buy a book on how to use a sword.

Going out, I bought a book that included the basics of how to use a sword, to think I was holding my sword wrong. The first step that I needed to do was to have the sword. Since I was right-handed, I used my right hand. I grabbed the blade under the guard, and with my left hand, I held it on the right on the bottom of the sword. I felt stupid holding my sword with both of my hands in the middle of the hilt.

Swinging my sword, I felt more in control. I could change the direction of my slashes just by holding them like this.

Reading the second step of the book, it told me to hold my sword guard above my belly button, I was already doing that, so I continued reading the third step.

The third step was teaching me how to swing the sword. I had to place my left leg behind my right to swing my sword. With my left leg, I had to stand on the balls of my feet, keeping my balance, and when I swung, I pushed my left leg and slid my right swing at them.

The book had a few more tips. Without the pictures in the book, it was relatively short. I felt that if I could repetitively practice the sword on a daily basis, I would be able to improve. With that, I swung my back and forth.