"Ok, now next step is Sword Swing" He said

I got into Stance and I initiated a basic vertical slash. A traditional child would try to "muscle" the sword down using their biceps.

I didn't. I used Torque.

I started the movement from my lead foot, pushing off the ground to rotate my hips.

That rotational energy traveled up my core—the sturdiest part of my body— and into my shoulders.

By the time the energy reached my wrists, the sword wasn't being "swung"; it was being whipped.

I snapped my wrists at the moment of impact.

The wooden dummy recoiled. The sound wasn't a dull thud; it was a sharp, explosive report.

By using my entire body as a Kinetic Chain, I had generated the striking force of a teenager three times my size.

"Impressive, Your Swing is also already perfect for a beginner with nothing to correct" Harry Remarked.

He continued with the Excitement of A Teacher who Just found A gem in the rough "alright, Then without Further Delay, Lets Move on to the next step"

"Yes,"

"so, Next step is The Slash" He said.

I took stance again.

I got ready to practice the horizontal draw-cut.

In Verden, knights often used "Impact Cuts," relying on the weight of the blade to crush armor.

Naturally, I didn't have the weight, so I relied on Shear Force.

As the blade made contact with the dummy’s "neck". I didn't just push forward.

I pulled the hilt back toward my hip simultaneously.

This created a sliding motion along the edge of the wood.

On a molecular level, this sliding motion concentrates the pressure on a microscopic area, allowing a dull wooden edge to bite into the grain rather than bouncing off.

I felt the blade sink into the padding. If this had been a real steel edge, the dummy’s head would have been in the rafters.

"Good, Now lets gets to next step..." he said

"that's it ? Not gonna praise me ?" I asked casually

"Your talent is too much, Highness. If I start my honest praises, It will only waste our time ?" He said

"Is that so ? Got it."

"Ok, next step is The Thrust" Harry commanded. "A Regulus Knight doesn't just poke at an enemy. We drive the point through the heart of the armor. It requires perfect linear alignment."

I took a breath, resetting my stance. A thrust was dangerous for someone my size; if I missed, I’d be completely overextended.

I didn't just lean forward. I utilized Linear Momentum. I visualized my body as a piston.

As I stepped forward, I didn't just move my arm; I threw my entire weight behind the wooden point.

Using my [Genius of Martial Arts], I kept my elbow tucked and my wrist locked.

The wooden sword hissed through the air. Instead of a broad thwack, the garden was filled with a sharp, piercing pop as the tip of my sword buried itself into the padding of the dummy.

The impact vibration traveled up my arm, a jarring reminder that my bones were still small. But the point had landed exactly where a man's sternum would be.

"Your aim is... unsettlingly precise," Harry muttered, his hand twitching toward his own sword hilt. "Most children just flail. You're hunting for a kill-zone."

"Am I?" I asked

"Yes, you are and with this, your training ends here" Harry Said

"Really ? Because I thought There is Something Remaining ?" I said

"Something Remaining ? What might that be ?"

"Parring or Deflection. Don't we still have that ?"

"Yes, Indeed. But, Your Highness. Deflection is something, you can learn only in actual combat." He said

I looked behind him, Towards Hilda And said "Then, Why not ?"

Harry Looked behind him, Following my gaze and then looked at me. "Your Highness, You don't mean...."

"Yes" I Raised my Wooden Sword against him And challenged Him "Lets have a little spar" 

The garden went cold. Mary let out a sound that was halfway between a squeak and a sob, while Mother simply leaned forward, her interest finally piqued.

"Your Highness, I cannot," Harry said, his voice dropping into a stern, protective register.

"Even with wooden swords, the mass difference alone—if I even graze you, you’ll be thrown across the lawn."

"I know" I said in a calm, yet excited voice "I know how stupid it is for a Six Years old to propose a challenge to you, A veteran captain"

"But..." I continued "I want to test my limit and learn more. So, Please..."

"You do not have to think of it As a prince's command to his knight. Think of it a Sword enthusiast wanting to spar a veteran"

Imagine, On earth Your boss saying, 'Nick, can you look after my dog for a bit. Its ok If you Refuse. I asked you because you are Trustworthy guy and i was planning on promoting you next month.'

Even if he said that, you can Refuse, Can you Really refuse ? Exactly. 

But what can i do ? To get what I want, I need to abuse my Position as prince to pressure him.

Sign... Knight Captain Harry finally made his Decision.

"Very well," he said, his posture shifting from a relaxed guardian to a focused combatant. "...But I have one condition for this spar."

"Say it"

"One hit" Harry said, his voice low and gravelly. "If I land one solid strike, or if you fall, the session is over. Do you accept?"

Did he Not even think of the possibility me Landing A Strike on him first ? Well, That's Natural. to him, I was probably a mouse trying to tackle a mountain.

"Alright, I accept" I said

"Then Let us Begin"

I sank into my low, wide stance. I knew I couldn't block him. I knew I couldn't overpower him. Winning Here was not even an option.

Time for my First Fight in Verden.