Senior brothers leading junior brothers, stronger leading the weaker—this is a common practice in every Sword Dojo.
Due to recently helping guide the newcomers in Shiwei Hall, Aoto unknowingly developed some teaching experience.
Moments ago, upon noticing Elodie's obvious mistake, Aoto couldn't help but give her a pointer on impulse.
Aoto quietly waited for about half a minute, finally seeing Elodie slowly open her eyes.
"Mr. Tachibana." Elodie's eyes shifted between her skirt-covered feet and Aoto opposite her, "How is it?"
What Elodie meant by "How is it?" naturally referred to whether her feet had successfully relaxed.
"Well... just watching like this, I can't say for sure." Aoto smiled nonchalantly, then lifted the sword sheath resting on the ground upright, "Attack me."
"Whether your feet are properly relaxed... it's something that can only be clearly seen in combat."
