Seraphina stood over him, her practice sword pointed at his neck.
The sixth time in a row.
Ronan sighed and raised his hand in surrender.
They weren't allowed to use any mana. No skills, no spells, nothing Ronan specialized in.
Just pure weapon skill, and he had none.
"I yield."
Seraphina lowered her blade and extended her hand.
Ronan took it, letting her pull him upright.
His ribs ached. His shoulders burned. Bruises on bruises were layered on his body.
"You're a fast learner," she said. "I'm surprised you got a hit in at the end there."
That had happened. He got one hit in, which was definitely better than before, but he had a feeling the princess was going easy on him.
"If the princess herself is complimenting me, what else is there in life to strive for?"
Seraphina's expression didn't change. She simply backed up, raising her wooden sword again.
"Ready?"
Ronan felt every bruise screaming at him to stop.
His legs wobbled slightly, but he forced himself up.
