Swordmaster, My Ass!(Under Revision)

Shadow in the heart of the four continents

Burning. Everything was burning. Screams of horror filled the air as the inferno raged on. People were trampled in the chaos, crushed beneath the weight of collapsing houses. Amidst the turmoil, a woman reached out her hand.

"I did this to protect you."

Jeong Su, trembling with fear and confusion, took a hesitant step towards her. The woman's face softened further, her hand still outstretched.

"Come with me," she urged, her voice filled with a strange warmth. "I can teach you to harness the power within you, to protect yourself and those you care about."

Jeong Su jolted awake, the memory of the flames and the lady's voice still echoing in his mind. His room in the inn was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon through the window. He wiped the sweat from his brow, his heart pounding.

"What was that?" he muttered, wiping the never-ending sweat from his face.

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"Too crude!"

"Put your legs to work!"

"You swing too high!"

"That's too low!!"

Babo's yell echoed through the forest. Jin drenched in sweat and clutching his practice sword, tried to keep up with Babo's rapid-fire corrections.

"Oh shut up, old man..." Jin whispered to himself.

"Huuuhh!? Did you say something?" Babo smirked.

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Jin flinched, his grip on the sword tightening, "nothing! Just trying to focus!"

Babo's smirk widened, "that's what I thought. Now, less whining and more swinging! You want to defeat your enemies or tickle them?"

Jin sighed and readjusted his stance, "I know this is for me but why does he have to be harsh with his words?.."

Babo smacked his face and stood up. "Stay still," he said, moving beside Jin. He then corrected Jin's stance, positioning his feet properly and adjusting the grip on the sword.

"Like this," Babo instructed, demonstrating a more balanced posture. "Feel the ground beneath you. Let your center of gravity stabilize you. Engrave that on your brain."

Jin nodded, "it would have been better if he didn't say the last sentence..."

Babo stepped back and sat down, "now, swing." he said with a commanding tone.

Swooosh!

Jin swung his blade in an almost perfect arc, he felt all of his muscles working in unison, and the air not resisting his movements. Jin smiled, he looked at Babo and saw him frowning.

"The hell is that?! Swing it like your life depends on it!"

Jin's smile faded, "I thought that was pretty good..."

"Pretty good isn't going to cut it in a real fight! We need perfection," Babo barked.

"Perfection? No one is perfect though..." Jin said rolling his eyes.