Whoosh!
There was one more sound of a sword swinging on the training ground.
Beside me, the Third Prince was sweating and brandishing his wooden sword.
His breathing was quite rough.
"Are you tired?"
"N-No!"
The Third Prince shook his head and began swinging his wooden sword, which had slowed down.
'He's holding on pretty well.'
Watching him train, I saw a new side to the Prince.
He'd been going at it now for at least two hours.
Now that I'd swung close to six thousand times, the Third Prince must have swung more than four thousand times.
"Cough... Pant...!"
Listening to him groan as if he would die at any moment while still trying to keep up with my speed felt admirable.
'I shouldn't have heard that...'
Had I known this would happen, I wouldn’t have gone to William.
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