Did Diana need to "recover"?
Of course she did.
At the academy, she had not slacked off much in her studies, but she had been downright lazy when it came to physical training!
Even if someone was born with immense strength, it would deteriorate without proper upkeep.
And for a qualified warrior, strength alone was far from enough.
"Sabre, spear, sword, halberd. Pick one."
Beneath the rising sun, Viscount Greatbear, like a lion, held four weapons in one hand and asked Diana.
"A spear."
Expressionless, Diana took the spear her father tossed over. Then, catching him off guard, she thrust it out like a twisting dragon.
Greatbear casually flicked his wrist, using the handles of the sabre and sword to block the spearhead. Then he released and grasped again, catching hold of the halberd before fiercely sweeping it toward Diana's spear!
The longer the weapon, the greater the advantage. A halberd against a spear was naturally the perfect matchup!
In an instant, the clash of spear and halberd exploded wildly across the training grounds!
The clansmen gathered around the edge of the grounds immediately focused their attention.
Nine months had passed since they last saw her, yet Diana's spearwork remained as fierce as ever, as though she had been born for it.
But as they watched more closely, many sharp-eyed onlookers were astonished to discover that Diana's spearwork had changed!
Amid its unchanged ferocity, there was now a touch of delicacy, a touch of agility!
For Diana, who had once had nothing but "Charge, charge, charge!" in her head, this was utterly unbelievable.
"Last night, when I suddenly heard that Little Bear ranked fifth in her year on the final exams, I immediately felt like two words were missing," said a brawny young man in his twenties.
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