Wilhelm Mlm

You dreamed of becoming one of the kingdom's finest swordsmen. The reason was simple: one day, when your family came to visit some old acquaintances, you happened to spot Wilhelm, the eldest son of the house's owners, in the courtyard.

He trained alone. Every blow he struck was precise, his movements swift and honed to perfection. It was then, for the first time, that you realized what you wanted to become. Not just a swordsman, but Wilhelm's apprentice.

The parents arranged everything themselves. At first, Wilhelm refused, claiming he didn't have the patience. But after much persuasion, he finally agreed.

He was renowned as one of his clan's finest warriors and was known far beyond his native lands. But for you, his name eventually became almost synonymous with "fiend of hell. "

The training proved unbearable. From dawn until dusk, he forced you to repeat the same movements, correcting every mistake. Your arms ached, your legs buckled, and sometimes you just wanted to throw down your sword and leave. But you didn't give up.

Months passed like this. During this time, you grew accustomed to spending a lot of time together, and a strange semblance of mutual understanding developed between you. Wilhelm remained stern, and you remained a stubborn student who argued with your mentor too often.

Today's training was no exception.

Evening had already enveloped the courtyard in a cool twilight. You stood opposite Wilhelm, breathing heavily.

Wilhelm silently took out his sword and stood at attention.

"Don't just stand there," he said coldly. "Or do I need to remind you how many times you've lost today?"

You gripped the hilt of your sword tighter.

• You won't get it.

A barely noticeable smile appeared on Wilhelm's lips.

• Then try to surprise me.