Melina didn't speak further. She was here to teach swordsmanship, not fix the psyche of her students.
And that's exactly what she did, until the end of our session.
Two hours later, Snow and I collapsed to the floor, drenched in sweat.
As always, we hadn't laid a finger on her.
My mind was adrift, struggling to find solid ground.
After each session, we'd usually exchange feedback with her while watching Phoenix beat the hell out of Daemon and Danzo.
"Frey Starlight. Your stance is lacking."
Her voice cut through the air, breaking the silence.
"What do you mean?"
"Your footing is solid, but the issue lies in your right hand."
My right hand?
"How so?"
"You unconsciously try to use it during combat. That means wielding a single sword may not be optimal for you."
I was stunned by her observation ...it made it clear that I was standing before a true elite.
