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... ough the training grounds.
Rishe and Sven just had a face off, and the winner had just been announced.
It happened less than ten seconds after the start signal sounded.
“Thank you very much.”
Rishe said, pointing the tip of her wooden sword to him.
Sven was down on his buttocks on the ground and pale in the face. His mouth opened and shut as he stared at the tip of the sword, which was a hair’s breadth away from his nose.
The training ground was si ...
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