Training

"Again!" William said as he paced behind Mikhail, observing him.

Mikhail tightened his grip on the hilt and assumed to his initial stance. He could no longer remember how many times he had swung the wooden sword in his hands.

The only thing on his mind was how the muscles of his arms felt as if they were burning and the sweltering feeling he was experiencing despite it being mid-autumn. The sweat that trickled down his forehead stole into his eyes as he finally lowered the wooden sword and turned to face William.

"M-may I take a break? My arms feel like they are about to fall off..." Mikhail asked as he wiped the sweat off his brows.

"We have not even been through this for an hour and you're already asking for a break?" William glanced sharply at Mikhail.

"... I... Sorry... I'm not used to this..." Mikhail said as he hung his head in shame.

"You requested to join the knights, yes?" William clicked his tongue as he grabbed a bag of water and