“Hold the sword like this. Remember to squeeze firmly with your pinky. Keep your wrists on top. Good.”
“Wow, there's a lot to just holding the sword correctly!”
I frown a little at her.
“Did you think this would be easy? Focus!”
“Okay!”
She seems really into it. Fine, I'll go along with her for now.
“The left hand goes under the right hand. Use your left arm for power. The right hand guides the blade gently. Lift the sword straight overhead and swing it down broadly in a smooth motion.”
“Like... this?”
She demonstrates with a passable swing, for a beginner. And a woman, at that. It seems like she understands the basic mechanics, at least somewhat.
“Good. Now, practice that strike. I will stop you when you have done enough.”
“Okay!”
How can she be so enthusiastic? This isn't child's play! Technically, it might be good if she knows a thing or two, but if she really gets in a fight, I wonder how weak an opponent she needs to even stay intact. I really don't want her to get any wrong ideas about this.
However, I cast my doubts away. Those problems will come later, if ever. For now, I observe her movements and give advice when necessary.
Time passes while she practices that one overhead strike. The form and speed is shaping up, but one can see clearly that it lacks power. Expected, but still inexcusable in combat.
“Stop. Good, the basic form is there. Take a small break. We will continue shortly.”
“Whew, about time. My arms are killing me!”
“Stop complaining, rest, and drink some water. Or is this your limit?”
She glances at me, but doesn't say anything. Maybe she knows that I'm really trying to teach, not just cuddle her with make-believe. Only harsh repetition will make her remember the form.
We continue the training for a while, but when it becomes obvious that she cannot continue, I stop her.
“That's enough. We will continue training the day after tomorrow.”
“The day after tomorrow? Why not tomorrow?”
“You'll know why soon. Relax, and remember to drink and stretch your arms.”
