Edgar wiped his hand and leaned on a wooden training staff, a satisfied smile on his face. "You're improving fast. Your body is learning how to swing the blade naturally instead of you forcing it. That's good."
Orion nodded his head, his black hair slick with sweat. "Still a long way to go."
"Yes," Edgar said, laughing. "But the road looks promising."
[Whew~ Master, I almost overheated just watching you! You're like a sweaty dragon-shaped popsicle now. (≧▽≦)]
'That doesn't even make sense,' Orion muttered inwardly, but he was too exhausted to argue with Lumi.
He sheathed the sword back onto the rack and gave one last glance at the training dummies along the walls, some of which were clearly worse for wear thanks to his overzealous swings.
With a final nod to Edgar, Orion turned and made his way out, each step feeling heavier than the last—as if he had just come out from the gym after leg day.
