After the first hour of training, Vicky's enthusiasm towards learning began to wane for the first time. Unlike her progress yesterday, she barely learned anything.
Yvonne's mastery of the sword always overwhelmed her within a few moves. It was painful and annoying, as if yesterday's training was useless.
Vicky continued laying on her back, while staring up at the metal ceiling. She got there after Yvonne parried her sword for the thousandth time.
It also didn't help how much fiercer her teacher got after grabbing an actual weapon. Like a beast released from her cage. Vicky felt like a piece of meat waiting to be devoured.
She needed to get up from the metal mat. She had to continue training, so she wouldn't die in the upcoming war. These thoughts made perfect sense. However, she saw no point in continuing, if she made little to no progress.
Yvonne must've seen the hopelessness in her eyes. The tall woman didn't berate her or coerce her into getting up. Laid down beside Vicky.
