Raid

The winds of the winter had passed, and the warmth of spring enveloped the land.

In Dawnwatch, at Crimson Hound's villa, sweat flew as mercenaries sparred and trained tirelessly.

Smack, smack, smack!

At the corner of the central courtyard, Adam held a wooden sword in one hand, facing a stuffed doll that served as his opponent.

He then lunged forward, slashed his training sword across the doll's chest, and repeated the move until the doll was in tatters.

Ding, ding!

A strange dinging noise echoed in Adam's ears, stopping him in his tracks.

[Progress: 100%]

[You've learned Basic Blade Handling!]

'Finally,' Adam thought to himself. 'It took longer than it should've, as I had put most of my effort into learning Kiryoku, which I still hadn't managed to do.'

Adam looked at the training sword in his hand and started doing simple slashes. Yet, there was something different about the way it felt in his grip today.