-Clak! -Clak! -Clak!!
"Haa... Haa... Haaa"
The resounding clash of wood against wood echoed repeatedly, followed by the loud heaving of heavy breaths and deep gasps.
A young Huey raised a worn and torn wooden sword stubbornly in his wounded hands. His fingers were torn and blistered, but still strongly wrapped around the wooden handle. His red eyes were fiercely focused as he stared at the robust tree before him.
Droves of sweat was beading from his dirty face, and his eyebrows were thinly furrowed.
Huey's eyes were stubbornly focused.
The large tree looming before him had signs of gashes and grroves from repeatedly clashing his wooden sword against its back.
Once again, underneath the sunset of that evening, Huey lowered his stance, shifted his feet apart only slightly, and raised his sword at the tree again.
One more time, he recited inwardly, and unleashed a furry of swings in resolute succession.