"Strike harder. You're still holding hesitation for the blade. Harness it, revel in it. Don't think you're simply killing but... Chopping wood."

Your master commented. Hands placed on her sword in a relaxed manner, watching as you corrected your sword stance and struck at a wooden board again, this time cleaving it into two.

"There you go... That's better. Your form still reminds me of a bandit but it's improving.."