Sera's PoV:
"Huff. Huff."
I exhaled sharply, lowering my sword as the wooden dummy in front of me split at the middle, its top half hanging by a splinter before thudding to the floor.
Sweat ran down my face, tracing my jaw and dripping onto my shirt that was already damp and clinging to my skin.
My breath came heavy, my muscles screaming for a break.
I had been at it for hours now. Tryng to adopt my mother's footwork as my own. I could feel the improvement, yes, but it still wasn't enough.
My timing faltered. My steps sometimes landed too light, sometimes too heavy. It was better than yesterday, but far from what it should be.
Rune's words echoed in my head.
"This is a cheap imitation."
"You're disrespecting your mother's legacy."
I sighed, lowering my sword. I know he didn't mean it to sound cruel.. but he could've been less blunt...
He had even taken my generous hit later.. and I.. called him a burden too..
