Dear Diary,
Today is sword lesson. I will always have them on Fridays at 2pm. The teacher that came here is called Mr. Knight. I donut even batt an eye when I was introduced with him.
He asked me what I did yesterday to see if I trained a bit. I told him about the martial arts lessons. He gave me a wooden sword, skipping the training -running- I would have to do. My body is so sore from yesterday's training that I sort of vibrate. My legs are wobbly when I walk, my arms are shaking like leaves about to fall.
He didn't say anything but I saw it on his face. His face is saying that he's somewhat worried for me. I'm shorter than most girls my age and I seem like I'm going to fall over any second. I did fall after swinging the wooden sword for the first time.
He just lifted me up by my shoulders and told me to swing the sword 100 times. He was weirdly sweating profusely every time I fell from swinging the wooden sword though.
Thank goodness I didn't stab myself with the wooden sword.
At the end of the day, I got 2 kiwi candies from mom for being a good girl at the lesson. At least nothing traumatizing happened to anyone like the archery lesson.
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Kuro's Diary
FantasyThis is a diary that got destroyed by time. No one got to see the original because it mysteriously disappeared after her death. Laugh, cry, and scoff at what life had to offer to Kuro. ON A HAITUS
