Sparring with the Errant
General Folarin glanced briefly at the balcony up above, remembering the time when he was down here, training and his most beloved offspring, Ibiyemi stood up there, watching.
He rubbed his eyes with the back of his fist, wiping off the tiny drop of tears that had coagulated there.
His daughter would do him proud, no doubt!
Surely she would.
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"How was it, Ibiyemi? My performance." He asked smiling at the railing up above on which Ibiyemi stood, looking down at the training session.
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His memory flashes and the event so fthat day trickled back to him.
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Still in awe, Ibiyemi blinked as if waking from a dream.
"I...I don't know. It's too... Fast. " Folarin chuckled.
"Daughter, listen, if I am going to leave the leadership of the guild in your hands, then you must be extremely fast and strong too." He said, sheathing the blade.