[Gerrard Freya Flashback...]
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[Freya's Residence, Training Grounds]
"Alright, Jan. Give me your best shot."
Gerrard smiled standing almost motionless in the centre of the grounds, a pillar of unwavering confidence, knowing that he wasn't going to lose.
His wooden sword was held high in a guard stance, pointed downwards, his left hand held loosely at his side, ready to react.
On the other hand, Jan stood a few paces away, his wooden sword gripped tightly.
Unlike Gerrard's relaxed posture, Jan's body was tight with concentration. His gaze flicked across Gerrard's body, analyzing every shift in Gerrard's guard, every trace of expression, searching for a weakness, an opening.
However,. No matter how hard he looked.
He couldn't find an opening.
Jan understood all too well the limitations of his reincarnated body. Despite his mind being way ahead of its own age, time and time again his body failed to keep pace.
Against Gerrard, Jan was brainstorming how he could hit him.
