Renzille and Leira had been sparring for nearly two hours now, the sound of their clashing swords echoing throughout the training ground.
The sun was already up, shining through the horizon and greeting every living being with its radiance, but even with its radiance, the smiles on the sisters' faces were brighter than the sun's.
Renzille's face was dazzling, her joy evident as she continued to engage in the intense duel— the morning sun gleamed brightly, its rays reflecting off in their sweats and further emphasizing Renzille's radiant expression as she effortlessly parried every one of Leira's attacks.
Leira, on the other hand, was breathing heavily for oxygen, matching Renzille's intense tempo.
Though gasping for air, she remained as determined as her little sister, pouring her all into each clash of their swords, not wanting to leave Renzille unsatisfied with their first sparring match against each other.
