Jasmine's POV
The sun beat down mercilessly as Mary and I moved to a quieter corner of the training grounds. Sweat dripped down my back, but I ignored the discomfort, focusing instead on the weight of the practice sword in my hand.
"Alright," Mary said, her voice gruff but not unkind. "Let's work on your form. Remember, it's not just about strength – it's about precision and control."
I nodded, falling into the stance she'd taught me earlier. Mary circled me slowly, making small adjustments to my posture.
"Good," she said approvingly. "Now, let's try that sequence again. Remember – breathe, focus, and trust your instincts."
We moved through the sequence slowly at first, Mary calling out instructions as we went. With each repetition, I felt my movements becoming smoother, more natural.
