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... thin a 100-meter radius. The air was clear and pleasant—perfect for training.
He was clutching a dull wooden sword in his right hand, standing before Grandmaster Gryndor. The reason he wasn’t using his cursed sword was because there was always the danger of accidentally striking Gryndor and dooming his soul.
Taking a deep breath, Eric gathered his strength in his legs as he dashed with everything he had.
Raising his sword, he was prepared to strike.
"Weak," Gryndo ...
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