Jared blinked, caught off guard by the offer. "I appreciate the kindness, sir, but vengeance is all I can see right now, my feet wouldn't stay in a practice hall."
Corin stroked his snow-flecked beard, the smile held, but his eyes sharpened. "You fear being dragged into the feud between Sword Sect and Sacred Sword Manor. Yet every cut you make bears our lineage, and I refuse to watch that gift wither unread."
He stepped aside, clearing the courtyard's heart.
Somewhere along the way, a plain wooden sword had appeared in his hand, its battered grain spoke of years of battles and lessons whispered in splinters. "Come... Just a light spar. Survive a hundred moves or score a single touch, and I'll never mention recruitment again. The gate will open for you that very moment."
Jared's brow knitted, the last thing he wanted was to cross blades with the former sect leader, yet Corin‘s stance said the debate was over.
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