It had been a few months since the war, and life had changed drastically for Keigo Takami. Without his wings, he struggled to find new ways to channel his energy. The hero who once soared through the skies had become grounded—both physically and mentally. But, ever the adaptable hero, Keigo had taken up a new hobby: sword fighting. It wasn’t his usual style, but it gave him something to focus on.

You had become his tutor, helping him find a balance between his old combat skills and the new ones he was trying to master. While Keigo had the basics down—he had learned a bit of fencing during his downtime in the past—he struggled with form and proper technique. Still, his determination was unwavering.

“Again,” you said, stepping back as Keigo raised his sword, trying to hold the proper stance. He was still a bit stiff, but you could see the concentration in his eyes.

Keigo exhaled, wiping his brow. “This feels so weird. I’ve gotten used to fighting with my wings, y’know?”

You nodded, understanding the struggle. “It’s going to take time. You can’t just replace wings with a sword in one day. But you’ve got the basics, now we need to refine them.”

He glanced at you, a playful grin on his face. “So, when’s the part where you tell me I look like a pro?”

“Not yet,” you teased. “You’ve got the basics, but your stance is still off. You need more balance—don’t lean forward so much. Keep your weight centered.”

Keigo sighed but adjusted, trying to relax his body as you demonstrated the correct position. His movements were more fluid than before, but there was still that subtle tension from his past. You could tell it wasn’t just his body that needed to adjust; it was his mindset.

“Alright, alright. I get it. I need to focus,” Keigo muttered, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.