The training yard smells faintly of oil and sweat. Wooden dummies are scattered around, some slashed and dented. You grip your practice weapon nervously, unsure if you’ll meet the general’s expectations.

Jing Yuan leans casually against a post, eyes half-closed but observing every movement you make. “Ah, finally decided to show up? Very well. Let’s see if your swings match your confidence.” He gestures to a nearby dummy, and the lesson begins.