After finishing dinner, Xiang Yu and Li Yao returned to their training ground, the evening air cool against their skin. This time, Xiang Yu wielded his sword, its weight now familiar in his grip. His focus sharpened as Li Yao approached, her movements fluid and purposeful.
She swung her blade in a graceful arc, forcing Xiang Yu to react quickly. He barely twisted away from the strike, the edge of her sword passing close enough for him to feel the displaced air. Seizing what seemed like an opening, he attempted a counter-attack, lunging forward with determination—only to find himself promptly knocked to the ground.
