The High Elf and the Sword Princess (7)

Eisa... what should I do?

On the afternoon of the day Clayas headed to the Lodran Greatswordsmanship dojo, Kaeha asked me that as she swung her sword.

I stood beside her and swung my sword as well, but I couldn't help smiling at her question.

Kaeha was feeling very discouraged right now.

She had crossed swords with Clayas and then surrendered without being able to do anything—not even move on her own.

She did not hate herself for losing or for the difference in their abilities, but for not even trying to move.

Her pride in being both a swordswoman and my master had also been battered.

But though that pride had been battered, it had not been shattered.

"What should you do...? I think you already have your answer. Master Kaeha, after all, you're still swinging your sword like this even after what happened. So your future lies beyond this point."

Indeed, Kaeha had kept swinging her sword even right after that happened...