"Raise your wrist another two inches! Country girl, I taught you for three whole years—why does your straight thrust still have the flavor of chopping pork ribs?!"
In the courtyard of Ginkgo Alley.
Elena held a willow switch in her hand and mercilessly rapped the wooden sword in Saina's grip. Today, she wore an exceptionally cool black silk slip dress, its skirt slit cut dangerously high.
As she swung the willow switch, her astonishing fullness bounced violently before her chest, great swaths of snowy white making the eyes swim. Against the black silk, her two long legs seemed to glow with whiteness.
Saina wore a gray coarse-cloth training outfit, her hair carelessly tied behind her head with a strip of cloth.
After two hours of practice, her clothes had been soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to her body and outlining taut, youthful curves.
Struck by the willow switch, Saina staggered back two steps and panted as she wiped the sweat from her face with her sleeve.
"Easy for you to say when you're standing there! You've got a twig, and I'm holding an ironwood sword that weighs dozens of pounds—how can that be the same?!" Saina planted her wooden sword on the ground, thoroughly unconvinced.
"Stop making excuses. When you run into pirates, do you think they'll care what kind of sword you're holding?" Elena rolled her eyes, walked over, and directly grabbed Saina's arm. "I told you to use your waist to generate force, but you're relying entirely on that third-rank brute strength in your arms. No wonder after three years, you still can't even twirl a proper sword flourish."
Su Li lay in a wisteria-wood rocking chair in the corner of the courtyard, holding a cup of freshly brewed elven flower tea as he watched the two