Satora Razza~I walked outside and closed my eyes as I held my head back feeling the sun beat down on my face. The warmth heated my blood and energized me. Pulling the sword from its sheath, the sun glinted off the metal and I smirked, loving the sight. I took a stance and went through the motions of warming my body up to handle the weapon. I liked the feel of it but I still felt off and was frustrated with not having mastered this. Swinging the blade wildly, it arced through the air before I planted the tip in the ground. Taking my time, I walked to the bridge and slid down, focusing my thoughts on what I needed to do.~ I will not be defeated by a sword.
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