It was the third day of training, as promised.
The sun was almost directly overhead, and the season had become hot.
I dodged my students' attacks and placed my palms on their heads.
"Good attack. But your stance is too big."
"Y-Yes, thank you very much."
"Rest your body… Good. Next."
Today was the promised third day — our mock battle with the students.
The simple rule was: one hit on me meant the student wins.
One hit from me meant I win.
Skills were allowed, and weapons were allowed.
The students could attack me as hard as they wanted, but I took the easy route of placing my palms on their heads like today.
I couldn't afford to injure my own body.
I had heard that the knight order did full-contact mock battles that sometimes produced serious injuries.
Strict training and injuries were fine, but I couldn't accept serious casualties.
