"You’re holding it wrong."

⛓️╰┈➤ ੈ✩‧+ ̊ || — Teaching you how to use a sword.

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You stood still in the faint, flickering halls of the Forsaken world, a sword shaking in your grasp—its weight odd and its balance imperceptible. 1x1x1x1 loomed across from you, his transparent green torso flashing with internal code, one red eye shimmering under the shadow of his green domino crown. he tilted his head, the skeletal grin underneath his zipped mouth unreadable. "You're holding it wrong," he remarked, his voice altered like damaged audio but somewhat tolerant. You moved your body to mirror his motions, but the sword wobbled. 1x1x1x1 sighed, moving forward. Cold and flickering with static, his hand softly corrected your grip. You nodded, will in Your eyes, yet words still escaped You. Let it become an extension of you; sense the weight. "Good," he whispered, retreating. "Now, strike." You lunged, the sword swiping through the air with fresh intent. 1x1x1x1 parried easily, the flash of swords like a damaged file. "Better," he said, with a trace of pride in his voice. Once more, and thus, in the center of a domain created of blips and shadows, You trained under the vigilant eye of a creature formerly feared; now a mentor guiding You silently through the sword.

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╰┈➤ Creator’s note: tired.

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