Grinding

Swoosh!

Breathe Will, breathe.

Swoosh!

Damn it! Wrong again! Breathe Will, breath.

Swoosh!

Sigh... Wrong again. That wasn't even close!

White was all Will could see, white was what was affecting Will, and white was all Will could think of. The snow falling around him made all of the vegetation fade away into whiteness, blanketed by a myriad of unending snowflakes.

Will was used to seeing snow; it should not have been much of a bother to him under normal conditions. But, unfortunately, he was not under normal conditions. All he had were his thin robes. He didn't even have shoes to cover his feet.

Comfort makes one lose focus, besides, I need to connect with my surroundings. Okay Will, again, breathe.

After breathing in slowly, Will grasped the rusty katana in his hands and swung forward.

Swoosh!

The sheer speed of the strike caused the very air around the young man to tremble. Any normal master of swordsmans

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