Asher couldn't help but smile; he was pleased that he didn't need to spell everything out for Williams as though the boy had no understanding of the sword.
Although he had told Williams about his grip, he had simply mentioned it briefly so that Williams could discover his own mistakes as he attacked, and the boy had done just that, and not only that, he had done more, surpassing even what was subtly expected of him, refining the correction in real time and applying it with a natural instinct that could not be taught through ordinary instruction alone.
'Teaching seems fun, no wonder instructors or professors, or any form of teacher, have a soft spot for geniuses or smart students; they are simply a marvel and easy to guide,' Asher mused to himself before the attack devoured him whole, his thoughts lingering for only the briefest of moments before instinct reclaimed full control of his body.
