Atonement

Arya cut in with a bored expression. "Look with your eyes, listen with your ears, taste with your mouth, feel with your skin, and only then think."

Syrio lightly stepped back and added with a smile, "Very good. Make them your instincts, and you will be able to see the truth at any time. You will become a dancer like me, clever girl."

Arya sheathed her sword as well, took a step back, and bowed with a grin. "Syrio, let's keep dancing."

"Girl, I can see that you're up to something." As he spoke, Syrio elegantly and steadily pointed the tip of his sword at Arya. "Remember, what I taught you is not the Dance of Knights, all slashing and hacking, but the Dance of Killers—the Water Dancing. Swift movements..."

Arya suddenly looked to the other side and shouted angrily, "Rickon! Stop fooling around!"

When she caught Syrio looking in that direction from the corner of her eye, her body shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, while her sword thrust straight at his wrist.

Arya's movement was clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, but... Syrio's sword tip appeared in her sight first. Arya reacted swiftly, curling up in an instant like an agile little cat before rolling across the ground and narrowly evading the lethal strike.

"Very good. Your body's reaction saved you, not your head. Remember, thinking is slower than reacting." Syrio stood with his feet together, sword held diagonally in one hand and the other tucked behind his back. Looking at the bedraggled Little Wolf Girl who had rolled through the mud, his smile carried a trace of barely concealed gloating.

Arya glared fiercely at Syrio. "Did you do that on purpose?"

Syrio smiled faintly. "Your trap became my trap. To catch someone off