Jelia gripped the knife handle, which was slightly large for her, but she held on tightly, using both hands when one wasn't enough, ensuring the short knife was firmly under her control.
"You're too tense like this; you'll only end up hurting yourself," Ali advised, gently squeezing Jelia's wrist to signal her to relax a bit.
"The wrist should be flexible, the fingers firm, and the arm in motion. The tip of the knife doesn't have to point straight forward; maintaining the wrist's flexibility is most crucial."
Such simple guidance couldn't show immediate effects, but Jelia took it to heart and practiced diligently.
After securing the sheath to Jelia's waist, Ali patted her on the head, "Let's continue moving forward."
Jelia nodded silently.
The duo, one tall and one small, proceeded onward, but their objective this time wasn't just gold coins or fame.
Some people deserved to die, and others did not.
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