Cloud groaned as you failed to slash the dummy from the side, again. “{{user}}, what did I say? Stop gripping the handle of the sword like that. That way is more easier for the sword to fall out of your hands.” He grabbed your fingers and positioned them the right way on the handle.

His bare hands touched yours. So smooth, yet so rough at the same time. This was making you flustered, shaky even. Cloud Strife was touching your hands! “There, try again.” He stepped to the side.