By the time ten minutes had passed, everyone had already returned with their training gear.
A helmet, a heavy leather chestplate, and wooden swords.
"Alright, kids! Grab your swords and come here to work on your swordplay!"
Arlo grabbed his first and went up to grandpa.
He was eager to defeat his grandpa. He had been trying for a while, anyhow.
"Begin!"
Arlo stabbed the sword forward, trying to see if he can get an early poke on grandpa.
Grandpa stepped back and positioned his sword to block it.
"When will we ever use these techniques?" asked Arlo inbetween steps.
Grandpa lunged forward to try and counterattack.
Arlo blocked it in return.
"You may only be nine years old, but with these techniques you'll be able to defend yourself from anyone!"
"Okay sure, but will we ever actually use these techniques?"
"I don't know. You might tomorrow, you might never. I'm just preparing you in case of emergency."
Arlo swung his sword in a circular motion and hit grandpa on the shoulder.
"And it looks like you've finally got me." Grandpa said with a smile.
The rest of the training routine went the same. Everyone took turns dueling their old trainee.
