Next, Shiro began to image train. Shiro imagined himself as his opponent. Locking swords with himself repeated shiro started off slow with the basics, then as time went on the volleys became more and more intense, striking, blocking, countering parrying. The multiple fighting styles that Shiro learned were coming back one by one and along with it the memories of him training with his father.
The practice went on for over an hour and the image that Shiro had placed of himself in front of him was no longer himself, but his father and no matter how Shiro fought he couldn't seem to corner the man. Shiro kept trying and after more time he seemed to have cornered the man.
With one quick swipe with all his strength Shiro made a rising slash, but instead countering, the sword passed through the image instead, Shiro was aware that it was just his imagination, but the he heard the sound of large objects falling to the ground.
Shiro looked around and many trees had been cut clean through from his practicing and were now in pieces.)
Eh?"
My name is Sara by the way.