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Chapter 89 Discoveries

Penulis: Judith GW
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-01-14 10:59:17

Cerelia

Fighting does not come as naturally to me as magic does. Watching Hilda spin, duck, punch, sweep and stab in one fluid, incredibly fast, motion is humbling to say the least. When she does it, it looks like dancing. My attempts are more like someone rolling down the hill and repeatedly attempting to get up, only to topple over again.

“It’s hopeless,” I finally pant, when I fail to block her punch for the umpteenth time. “It’s not hopeless, this is only your first lesson!” Hilda chides. I would love to find a handy barrel of ice cold water to dunk my head in. Sweat is pouring off me.

“I’m sure that you didn’t suck this badly on your first day,” I tell her with grave certainty. Hilda shrugs, “I was barely more than a toddler when my parents started training me and I’m sure I wasn’t exactly an imposing figure. It takes a very long time and far more training than you’ll need to become a warrior. You just need to be able to move on instinct and defend yourself if necessary.”

“And yo
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