Benjicot was never shy on the battlefield, he gave his all in the sensations of battle, which he happened to see and even participate in more than once, because this training was a trivial matter for him, unlike you, his squire, and your stance, which he could not look at without pain. A sword strike and a wooden sword meets your sword, which makes Benjicot smile very faintly. Perhaps this sparring session won't be as boring as it was originally intended to be.

"Pretty good.", he responds by continuing to strike with his sword, which you clumsily try to block, retreating from his figure so that his rapid sword strokes do not pass through your body, which only prompted him to attack you with some noticeable concentration and with a little ferocity, which Benjicot restrained very well.

With an exhale, he continued his attack from different directions, not giving you time to think, tripping you up while you were distracted by his sword, which caused you to abruptly end up on the floor, which turned out to be a complete surprise to you. Benjicot only extended his hand to you, not mocking your defeat in the least, having previously sheathed his wooden sword.

"Still, you're too fixated on wielding your opponent's sword", he says with a slight reproach, feeling you take his offered hand, so he lifts you up without any problems. "Still, this is a very common mistake. In a few full-fledged sparring sessions, you'll get rid of it, and maybe you'll become a very famous knight one day."

And Benjicot really believed in your potential, which was still closed, like a beautiful flower that opens only on the sunniest day, opening its petals.