บท 161: Rebecca Today

"No, it's like this", Rebecca said, grabbing the hilt of a small wooden sword and slashing downwards, she pivoted off her right foot and stabbed towards a training dummy, clipping the side of its neck with pinpoint accuracy. 

A younger girl, no older than 16 years old, tried to mimic the moves Rebecca had shown but rather than the pinpoint precision, she tumbled forward, tripping over her own feet and slamming headfirst into the dummy. She snapped her head up, a small stream of blood trickling down from her nostrils. 

Her face reddened in embarrassment as Rebecca placed her hands on her hips and let out a sigh. 

Rebecca walked behind the dummy and retrieved a longer spear, the steal tip had been dulled slightly and a small black band had been wrapped around the area where it was supposed to be held. In this area, small grooves for the fingers had been placed to ensure it couldn't slip from ones grasp.