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Sweat trickled down his forehead as Ghwyr tried pulling out his blade from the edge of the room. He tried it a couple of times before and he slumped back to the ground, unfulfilled and frustrated. He sat on the floor heaving while staring at the ornated pummel of his hilt.

Veins were popping out of his arms as he continued to do it once more. He felt a cold air running down his nape as his vision slowly faltered. He had to shake his head a couple times just to get out of it. His ears were ringing terribly but he pushed through it, regardless of how fruitless it was becoming.

He wanted to give up and call it quits, but he couldn’t. Out of fear and respect for the veteran swordsman, he was willing to push it until he gets it. Besides, it wasn’t only him that was suffering the same fate. The attending class who arrived a few minutes after Heffer started, were also slumped on the floor and tired.

“Is this what you are, adventurers?” Heffer blasted them an insulting question. “Were you tau
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