Ira stood at the far end of the training ground, her posture regal, her sharp eyes following Anana’s every move. Her voice carried calm, yet heavy with a challenge.
“Let’s begin.”
Anana shifted her stance, she tightened her grip on the wooden spear in her hand, then paused. Slowly, she lowered it and walked toward the weapons rack. Without hesitation, she reached for two wooden daggers, her fingers curling around them as if they were natural extensions of her hands.
Ira raised a brow, almost amused, and strode toward the opposite rack. Her boots striking the packed earth with a rhythm that could be heard across the training ground. She picked up a long wooden spear, twirling it with a flick of her wrist before positioning herself at the other end of the training ground.
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