Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Ezra wiped the sweat from his forehead with a worn towel. His shoulders heaved gently, steam rising from his skin into the cool morning air. The relentless clang of steel and wood echoed in his bones from another brutal session.
He took a long swig from his water bottle and sighed.
"Fifteen days..."
Fifteen days since he started duelling with his master.
Fifteen days of sparring. Of defeat. Of blood. Of pain.
And in those fifteen days, he had grown.
At first, he couldn’t land a finger on Ren. Not a kick, not a slash, not even a flicker of pressure.
But slowly, painfully, he began to chip away. A blocked blow turned into a glancing strike. A failed counter became a clean parry. Ren still outclassed him in every way—but Ezra was getting closer.
And now...
"Today... I finish it."