Frank
The sun shone brightly overhead as the warriors moved in perfect harmony. Sweat gleamed on their backs. Muscles tensed with each controlled movement. The air smelled of dirt and metal, while the steady sounds of fists connecting with flesh and feet sliding across the ground echoed around the training grounds.
I stood at the center of it all, watching, correcting, demonstrating as I coached the Flameville warriors. Their skills were impressive, but I knew there was always more to be learned. Perfection was an ongoing pursuit.
"Your stance is too wide," I called out to one of the younger warriors. "Tighten up. Keep your weight balanced, or you’ll leave yourself open."
The warrior nodded and adjusted. His stance improved with the correction. I moved on to the next, ready to offer an
