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... nhilt knew the answer without asking.
“Why did you shift your stance?”
Enkrid would ask that every time. And each time, Brunhilt would plant the shaft like a walking stick and sink into thought.
It probably looked a bit silly—one swinging a spear as they pleased, the other questioning every motion.
Could this be called instruction?
But it worked.
Her learning was extraordinary. And what’s more, she wasn’t lazy. If that’s not talent, then it’s somet ...
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