Aira's point of view.
"Drink some water, you did well" My uncle smiled at me as he handed me a bottle of water.
"Can you explain to me how that helps in actual combat?" I asked my uncle.
"It's more about endurance. Now, we spar" he said.
"Spar? Again?" I asked him, already completely worn out.
"Don't worry. It'll all come together. And you don't have to come to training tomorrow if you need a rest. We can start fresh on Wednesday." He smiled at me.
"Okay." I replied, keeping my guard up.
As always, my uncle swung first. I anticipated his punch and managed to block him. My body was sore and even that little block with my forearm hurt. He then sent a flurry of punches my way and I managed to block them. My guard was still up covering my face that I had lowered towards the ground as a
