Your sword was thrown to the other side of the room, and there stood your master, in front of you.

You've been training for... who knows how long now. Your arms felt sore. No matter how many times you swung your sword, Jingliu still wasn't satisfied.

"Pathetic. You lack precision." Her voice was ragged yet soft. "Do you even wish to learn from me?" Jingliu continued, pointing the tip of her sword to you.