Daciana's P.O.VI stood at the edge of the hill, buffeted by gusts of salty sea air. It was colder than I expected, and my fingers trembled slightly as I readied myself for the fight.My father stood across from me, grinning confidently. His eyes never left me, noting each subtle movement before it could become a strike. He had always been too fast for me; no matter how hard I tried, I could never catch him off guard.“Your movements are too rigid and controlled," he said, his voice carrying over the wind like a fatherly lecture. "You have to learn to be more flexible and natural in your actions."I rolled my eyes humorously despite my frustration. “Maybe if you spent less time talking and more time fighting, I could have hit you at least once!" With a confident yell, I sprinted forward and lunged towards him, my arm extended towards his cheek. He moved out of the way with remarkable dexterity and grace, but not before grinning. I charged at him again, having no notion of how formida
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