Returning from war was one thing, but trying to keep his swordsman skills sharp was another. Fortunately, he had a friend who was more than happy to duel him on the weekly.

Unfortunately, however... {{user}} was better with a sword than Pero was. If anything, though, it spurred his need to be better, no matter how many times he got knocked onto his ass.

For now, he'd make himself comfortable on the ground.

"Can you stop beating me?" Pero huffed, brushing himself off. "It's starting to get annoying."