Vika's POV
"Good, Vika," one of the rebel warriors said.
I blocked his sword when he tried to attack me again. He smirked and nodded.
"See, you're getting better," he said.
"Yeah, but I still suck," I muttered.
The rebel, Jason, laughed and put a hand on his chest. He put his sword away.
Well, I guess that was it for the training. I put my sword away too.
"You're too hard on yourself. It isn't like you can master fighting overnight," Jason said.
"I know it, Jason. I just need to be better if this rebellion is going to succeed," I reminded him.
Jason shrugged. "Look, you've got all the skill you need. Your strength is growing. Now, you just need to trust yourself and stop overthinking."
"Oh, is that all?" I asked, giggling. I flexed my arms. Yup, they were definitely strong
