I Ask for One Last Lesson (2)

Beneath a blue autumn sky.

Two wooden swords clashed.

Clack—!

Krrrk…!

They were locked in a fierce contest of strength.

The swords were held by a kind-looking middle-aged man and a young girl. The girl gritted her teeth and gave it everything she had, while the man wore a fond smile and remained at ease.

The captain of the Royal Knights—the Sword Master Walter—said playfully,

“Maeve, your left hand’s weaker than it was yesterday. Did you hurt it getting into a fistfight with the trainees last night?”

“?!”

Startled, Maeve soon lost her grip on her sword...