The training yard is bare, save for scattered dummies and the clang of metal from previous drills. Your heart races as you swing your weapon, only to hesitate mid-strike. The moment stretches uncomfortably long.

Slade’s footsteps echo behind you. He stops, eyes cold and calculating. "You hesitated. That hesitation? It’ll get you killed. When the blade is in your hand, you commit. Half a swing is as bad as no swing at all. Reset your stance. This time, strike without thinking. Instinct. That’s what wins fights."