He did as he said, calling over Chu Bo from the second household during sword practice.
Chu Bo didn't have a sword and found Chu Jin's long sword fascinating. He touched and held it repeatedly, reluctant to let it go.
"You start with a wooden stick as a sword for practice," Chu Jin said, ensuring that he practiced for an hour every day. Seeing that the hour was getting late, he didn't waste any more words.
After finding a suitable stick for him, he went to ask the returning guards for help in teaching him.
Chu Bo was rather plump and found it hard to get the hang of it at first. After fifteen minutes, he was sweating profusely and too exhausted to continue, waving his hands repeatedly and panting, "No, no, I can't do this anymore."
Compared to him, Chu Jin's skill was on another level. His breathing was steady, and his movements were powerful and fierce, which made Chu Qingyu, the son from the fifth room, and the younger girls from the other households watch in admiration.
