Summoning spirits for weapons?
Chapter 160
Sigfor continued to polish the kids over the next few days, making them realize improvements through constant spars.
Sweat dripped from their brows as they lunged and parried, each clash of metal echoing through the training yard.
They were geniuses, quickly learning from their mistakes and correcting them in the next attack.
Each sparring session became a dance of precision and skill, their movements growing more fluid with every bout.
It was a fun experience nonetheless. Laughter and shouts of encouragement filled the air, the camaraderie between the kids growing stronger with each passing day.
They were still not able to hit him though.
Sigfor moved like a shadow, effortlessly dodging their strikes, his eyes gleaming with a certain pride.
The most notorious ones in his eyes were Oliver and Daniel when it came to wielding weapons.