It was a bright sunny morning, Logan had gotten up early as was his routine since he was young,
he would go training in the palace training grounds with his sword and hone-in his combat skills.
On the training grounds, Logan was deep in thought as he was practicing his sword and combat skills,
swishing his sword through the open air as if attacking an enemy of war and hitting the target practice,
slicing through the manikin without a sweat, as his sword sliced in half the makeshift mannequin, his eyes
sharper than a knife with excellent precision in his sword skills.
Logan’s point of view:
This is the third time now this week I’ve trained, I feel like I am training for nothing, but if I don’t keep
training like this, if a real war does break out, I won’t be ready…. I said
