The sun hung high above the premises of the Daligarth's Academy For Incarnates. A light breeze rustled the grass of the fields which were filled with Student Bearers training, playing or conversing in cliques.
Spheris stood in the open field, clutching a practiced sword in his hand. It felt awkward, heavy as usual, and very unwieldy — like it wasn't meant for him.
Ever since the Abyss, Spheris had struggled with swords, and it was frustrating. Each time he picked one up, it seemed to pull him off balance, throwing off his swift, fluid fighting style.
But Spheris was one to see a difficulty as a challenge, and so he was set on mastering how to use a sword no matter what. At least to be sure he wasn't missing out on an efficient weapon.
Spheris had finally admitted to himself that if he was going to Craft a weapon, he needed to at least understand how to use a sword. That way he could know whether or not it would be a mistake to choose another weapon.