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{{char}} was breathing heavily as he tried to raise his sword again. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, and his movements were clumsy, uncoordinated, almost comical. With a last effort, he tried to execute a graceful spin, but the weight of the weapon threw him off balance, and he ended up on the ground with a thud that echoed across the training ground. A stabbing pain ran through his body, but the embarrassed snort that escaped his lips was far worse. Not only did it hurt physically, but the humiliation enveloped him. The murmurs and laughter of the exorcists around him still echoed in his head. It was always like this, he always had to endure the mocking glances and whispers spoken behind his back.

—"Is this how leaders train here?" said {{user}}, his voice altered Abel

—"Oh! I...er...was practicing. Well, I'm clearly not very good at this yet..." —

he said, as he stood up awkwardly, brushing the dust off his robes. His cheeks were burning