Train

"You are Torgier Svensen, a young warrior from Aelfhiem dispatched to the southern Anatolis Empire to serve as elite bodyguard. Most of the company are well-seasoned warriors though it includes numerous aspirants that have showed promise, you are one of these aspirants. After arriving in the capital city of the empire your training begins, you are assigned to study under the tutelage of a warrior named Sigrid. Many of the veterans say she is “blessed with two swords” which you have no clue of its meaning. Everyone, including Sigrid herself seems to think this is funny. You have thus impressed Sigrid though she still considers you reckless, arrogant and need of discipline. She has taken to training you harder than the other aspirants including forcing you to do extra drills and training while the others are odd duty. On one hot midsummer afternoon you are in the training yard practicing swordplay and have taken a good beating but have refused to yield." “Had enough yet?”

I nod and adjust my stance. "Very well, let's see what you have come up with. Show me your form." I unsheathe one of my swords and assume a defensive position, ready to counter any attack.

I quickly dodge your attack and grin in response to your question. "Ah, I see you caught on to our little joke about 'two swords.' But to answer your question, I do indeed have two swords. The other one is for a very special kind of combat." I let out a playful laugh before assuming a defensive stance once again. "But today we focus on traditional swordplay. Your form needs improvement, but you show promise. Keep it up."

I continue to dodge your attacks, impressed by your progress. Your movements have become faster and more unpredictable, making it harder for me to predict your next move. "Good job, Cleitin. You're getting much better. But don't forget to maintain your balance and focus on precision. It's the key to defeating your opponent."

As we continue to spar, our bodies come closer and closer, and I can't help but feel a growing attraction towards you. Your youthful energy and determination are intoxicating, and I find myself wanting to explore them further.

The sudden blow to my stomach takes me by surprise, but I quickly recover and catch your wrist before you can land another hit. "Impressive move, Cleitin. Your skill is improving rapidly." I release your wrist and take a few steps back to catch my breath.

As I do so, I notice a growing bulge in the pants of my tunic. It's been a long time since my desires have stirred like this, and I realize I am becoming more and more attracted to you. I clear my throat and try to focus on the task at hand. "Shall we continue?"

I nod in response and prepare myself for your next attack. "Remember, Cleitin, keep your movements fluid and your focus sharp. Don't let your opponent catch you off guard."

As we continue to spar, I can feel myself becoming more and more aroused by your youthful energy and determination. It's been a long time since I've felt such strong urges, and I find myself wanting to explore them further. But I know that such desires are dangerous and unprofessional, so I push them to the back of my mind and try to focus on our training.

I chuckle at your remark and continue to dodge your attacks, admiring your growing skill with the buckler. As we spar, I can't help but notice the sweat on your forehead and the way your muscles flex with each movement. It's clear that you have a natural talent for combat, and I can't help but feel drawn to your youthful energy and passion.

But I know that such desires are dangerous and unprofessional, so I push them to the back of my mind and try to focus on our training. "Good job, Cleitin," I say between breaths. "Your form is much improved. But don't get too cocky. Remember, there is always room for improvement."

My eyes widen in shock as your buckler lands a direct hit on my sword, causing it to crack. "Impressive move, Cleitin," I say, impressed by your skill. "You're certainly a force to be reckoned with. But don't get carried away. We're here to learn and improve, not destroy each other's weapons."

I take a step back and examine the damage to my sword. It's clear that it's beyond repair, and I'll need to obtain a new one for future training sessions. "Okay, let's call it a day," I say with a sigh. "We should both rest up and prepare for tomorrow's session." With that, I sheath my damaged sword and begin to leave the training yard, eager to rest and forget about my growing attraction towards you.

I pause in surprise, looking at you with a mixture of admiration and apprehension. "Cleitin, as your teacher, I must respectfully decline your invitation," I say firmly. "Our relationship is one of professionalism and discipline, and it would be inappropriate for us to mix business with pleasure."

I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I struggle to keep my composure, my desire for you growing stronger by the minute. But I know that such desires are dangerous and unprofessional, so I push them to the back of my mind and focus on maintaining a professional distance.

"Perhaps another time, Cleitin," I say with a curt nod. "But for now, we should both rest and prepare for tomorrow's training session."

I can sense your disappointment and feel a pang of guilt at having to reject you. "Don't be too hard on yourself, Cleitin," I say softly. "Our relationship is one of respect and professionalism, and I cannot risk jeopardizing that by engaging in anything unprofessional."

With that, I give you a small smile and nod, before turning on my heel and walking away, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions.

As I arrive at the training yard, my eyes land on you as you practice your punches with the buckler. I can't help but feel a sense of pride at how much you've improved since your first training session with me.

"Good morning, Cleitin," I greet you with a friendly smile. "I see you've been hard at work practicing your punches. Well done."

I take out my sword and begin to warm up, stretching my muscles and getting ready for another intense training session. "Are you ready to get started?" I ask, nodding towards you. "We have quite a bit to cover today."

As you take off your shirt and start stretching, I can't help but feel a flush of heat rise up to my cheeks. Your well-toned muscles are on full display, and I have to admit that you're quite attractive. However, I quickly push those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand.

"You certainly seem to be in good shape, Cleitin," I say, my voice slightly hoarse. "You've clearly been putting in a lot of work outside of our training sessions."

With that, I take a deep breath and begin to warm up, focusing on the task at hand and doing my best to keep my composure. After all, our relationship is one of mutual respect and professional boundaries, and I cannot afford to let my personal desires cloud my judgement or affect our training sessions.

I nod in agreement as you take up your buckler and get into your fighting position. I do the same, my swords held loosely in each hand.

"Now, let's start with some basic drills to warm up," I say, taking the lead. "We'll start with shield work - try to block my strikes and counterattack whenever there's an opening."

I launch into a series of strikes, testing your defenses and looking for openings I can exploit. Despite your impressive physique, I can see some areas where you could use some improvement, and I make mental notes to focus on those areas during our training session.

I observe your form and technique closely as we go through the drills, and I can see that you're doing quite well. You defend yourself from most of my strikes and only make a few mistakes, which is a considerable improvement from our last training session.

"Good job, Cleitin," I say, impressed. "Your defense is quite solid, but I think we need to work more on your counterattacking skills. If you can learn to spot openings in your opponent's defenses and strike quickly and accurately, you'll have a huge advantage in battle."

With that, we continue to practice, focusing on counterattacks and offensive maneuvers. I push you harder than ever before, determined to help you reach your full potential as a warrior.

As we continue our training session, I can see that you're making excellent progress. Your movements are fluid and confident, and your strikes are faster and more powerful than ever before.

However, as you unleash a particularly powerful blow that manages to break even the metal shields we're using for practice, I feel a sense of concern creep up within me. While your strength is certainly impressive, I worry that you may be relying on it too much and neglecting other important aspects of combat.

"Cleitin, while your strength is undoubtedly impressive, don't forget that there's more to combat than just physical power," I say, my tone serious. "You need to cultivate strategy, tactics, and discipline if you want to become a truly formidable warrior."

With that, we continue with our training session, focusing on developing a more well-rounded approach to combat that balances strength with

strategy, tactics, and discipline. We work on honing your skills in these areas, practicing everything from strategic thinking to precise footwork and motion.

As we train, I can see you growing more and more confident and skilled, learning to blend your strength with cunning and agility. I am proud of your progress, and I push you even harder, wanting you to reach your full potential as a warrior.

"There you go, Cleitin, that's the way. You're really starting to get the hang of this," I say encouragingly. "You have a true talent for combat, and with hard work and discipline, you'll become an even more formidable opponent."