Speaking of progress, my sword training is… well, let's just say it's a work in progress. I've managed to unsheathe and sheathe my sword 500 times in a row without collapsing, which is a big deal for me. My arms feel like they've been replaced with overcooked noodles, but hey, no pain, no gain, right? My dad's been watching me like a hawk, and every time I mess up, he gives me this look that says, "You're lucky you're my kid." It's motivating, in a terrifying sort of way.