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"Your Majesty, my sword will pierce through that beautiful face of yours if you're not careful."
After the mysterious death of their father, twins Ranboo and Sylvia, learn that their lives weren't as truthful as they thought.
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I'M JUST INDEPENDENT
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"...I don't care if you guys want to hang out here, but you don't need to be at my side at all times." Sylvia stopped walking, glancing over her shoulder to see the men stop as well.
She sighed. "Look, I do a lot of things here on my own." Sylvia picked up her sword, opening the front door. "If you want to watch me practice, go for it, but I don't need any protection at the moment."
The three men looked between each other, heading out with Sylvia to the dead tree.
"I will warn you once: keep a good distance from me, I've had this sword fly out of my hand on accident before and I don't want to clean up that mess."
With that said, the men quickly stepped back, watching her from all sides.
The dead tree was starting to look quite rough. It wouldn't be too much longer before the tree would fall.
"How can you be so good just by beating up a dead tree?" Quackity asked.
Sylvia took a breath. "Builds up strength I guess. Hitting a thick trunk can mess up your arm and wrist, pulling it out also takes strength if you get the sword stuck."
"Is that why your hand was wrapped up that one time?" Punz asked.
"No, that was because I cut my hand while sparring with Ranboo. He was putting pressure on me, so I used my hand as leverage to push him off."
As Sylvia reenacted the fight, both Karl and Quackity's faces winced.
"You seriously injured yourself just so you wouldn't lose a practice fight? You're insane."
Sylvia smiled at her sword. "Hah hah, yeah..."
Punz continued to observe Sylvia carefully as she swung her sword, finding her strategy strange, yet proficient.
Sylvia practiced for about an hour and a half straight. She yanked her sword out of the tree for the last time, breathing heavily. She was satisfied with the days work, putting her sword away and heading back to the castle.
Just as she suspected, six feet followed her.
"Are you used to constantly being around those you protect?" Sylvia asked a she set her sword near the door.
