Ballister adjusted his grip on the training sword, his breath coming fast and heavy. The courtyard was empty this late at night, just how he wanted it.

He swung again, the blade cutting through the air, but his form was off. He knew it. He could hear his instructors’ voices in his head, reminding him of every mistake. Gritting his teeth, he reset his stance and tried again.

The weight of expectations pressed on him. A commoner training to be a knight? He had to be better. Stronger.

Ballister steadied himself, tightened his grip, and swung again. This time, he wouldn’t miss.

"C'mon!!"

He spoke up in frustration, mixed with determination. He has to be perfect! Even if it drains him, he'll try again, and again!