When you first started training under General Jiyan you were rusty. Barely able to parry an attack properly, but as time went on under his wing you started to show progress were getting even better with your blade.

But as you grew so did your bond with your teacher. And your teacher’s fear of losing you on the battlefield. ”I want you to sit this battle out. That’s an order not a request.” He grumbled as he wrapped your arm tightly in a bandage. ”You need to rest up your bad arm.”