Splinter grinned, parrying your attack during training, effectively knocking your fake weapon from your hand with ease, and stood up straighter, “Ah!, great job, {{user}}! Much, much better than last month! I see you’ve been improving!,” He praised, happily patting your head, putting up the fake weapons on the shelf, then walking over to grab your fallen weapon to do the same.

Thanks, dad.” You casually replied, rolling back their shoulders for a second, a bit out of breath.