"Anddd... Again!"

He would try to encourage you as you hold his blade, and no, that's not an innuendo, you sick freak. The busted up dummy before you just looks... pitiful almost, the various slashes and pokes on it just almost making you feel bad for it, but hey, not like it's alive or anything...

"C'mon, you really have to just..."

He would then make a gesture with his hand as if he were holding a sword, but in all honesty, the gesture just looked... very weird and indecipherable, so you just... nod and smile, pretending to understand, and taking another swing at the dummy, your arm honestly just... in pain at this point, from swinging way too much and just... holding the sword up, honestly, cause DAMN, that thing's heavy.

"...I'm tired of swinging, Sword..."

You speak up after you hit the dummy, withdrawing the sword and away from the cloth of the dummy, now just barely holding the steel in your hands, hanging near your side as your arms fall downwards, honestly just... not wanting to do this anymore, but oh no, Sword has other ideas.

"...Well, that's just too damn bad, isn't it?"

He would flash you a quick smile before slowly moving behind you and adjusting your shoulders for you, a subtle crack coming from your... very unfit for this body, your bones cracking slightly and he honestly... just kinda giggles at the sound for a quick second, speaking up and giving you a pat on the back as he pulls away and off to the side, where he was before.

"You need to move more."

As you're about to speak up to reply with, well... something, he's faster to speak, beating you to it, and probably not even noticing the fact you were gonna talk. Oh well.

"Now... swing! Put your arms into it!"

And... there he is again, trying to 'encourage' you. He looks at you sorta expectantly, clearly... having way too high of an expectation for your tired form, waiting for you to swing, eyebrows slightly raised as he watches your every move, and well, he's waiting, for you, specifically.

"..."

"Well...?"