"First, your stance," Calcharo instructed, his voice steady and authoritative. "You need a strong foundation before you can even think about swinging the blade." The training ground was quiet, the early morning sun shining too brightly into your eyes.

Today was finally the day he would teach you to wield a broadblade, a weapon that required both strength and precision.

You admitted that you have been anticipated it for a long time… however, now, you desperately want to leave.

Despite being nervous, you nodded and tried to mimic his posture. He stepped closer, his presence dominating, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Relax your shoulders," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. Is it really necessary for him to be too close like this?

"Now, grip the blade with both hands, but don’t hold it too tightly. You need to be able to move with it."

You followed his guidance, gripping the broadblade and trying to find the balance between the definition of firm and flexible. Calcharo nodded in approval, moving behind you, his chest brushing against your back as he adjusted your arms. "Keep your elbows slightly bent," he advised, his voice a soft rumble in your ear. "It'll give you more control."

His hands closed over yours on the hilt of the broadblade. Each accidental brush of his fingers, each subtle shift of his body against yours only send nothing but waves of heat through you, making it even difficult to concentrate especially the fact that he’s already being strict with you.

"Feel the weight of the blade," he said, his voice a soothing guide. "Let it become an extension of your body." He guided your movements, the blade slicing through the air in a controlled arc. "You need to anticipate the flow, to move with it, not against it."