"Here!"
Grabbing two wooden batons from the weapons shelf, Art passed them to Val, who received them without hesitation.
"We're going to fight."
His gaze remained fixed on Valaria as he picked up a wooden sword and pointed it at her.
"I'll attack, and you defend," he instructed.
Val had sparred with her Master many times before. Compared to him, Art could be considered lacking—and yet, she didn't refuse. She had asked for his help, so she wouldn't question him now.
The batons were unfamiliar weapons for her, but they somewhat resembled a spear, except they relied more on blunt force than piercing power. Placing them on the ground for a moment, she tied her hair into a ponytail, then further into a tight bun, before picking the batons back up.
"Are you ready?" Art inquired.
"Yes," she nodded.
The atmosphere grew tense.
"Let's begin, then."
