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'Cling' 'Clang'
"Swing your sword well, Prince Francisco!" Yells the middle-aged man, furiously.
"I did swing it well!" Prince Francisco answers back while grunting in the middle of their training.
"Your strength and holding are comparable to a woman! I don’t feel power and passion in your blade, Your Highness, " comments the man while his eyes wrinkles in stress.
"I don't understand! I am making efforts!" Prince Francisco yells out the instructor as his fighting courage drains out.
"Francisco!" A voice calls him softly as it bestows him the sentiment of hope.
The voice distracts his focus on his opponent as his instructor swings his sword, making Prince Francisco lose his foot, losing his balance, and drop his
