15 Hours Ago:
Cleonatra Gremis-
The dawn is serene, quiet; and the gentle wind flowing through my hair is crisp, yet the essence is undeniably clear.
Currently, I stood in the middle of this broad training ground made in the palace, incased with turquoise grass. I took a deep breath of the fresh air, closed my eyes, then swung my long sword. Horizontally, vertically, diagonally, I leapt off the ground and quickly spun like bubbles in a river, swinging my sword as the heavy gusts of winds caused the grass to ripple like waves. When I landed, I extended my left hand and made my sword fade away, like water evaporating.
I created two falchion swords on my palms, and slashed simultaneously, casting sharp tempests to surface under me and around the area. As I resumed my training, I noticed a
