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sword fighting is our favorite thing to do in the armory when no one is looking. though I lost my thumb once when a man attacked me And tried to kill me and another soul, one of my cousins to be exact, he killed the evil man. He had always been my favourite cousin. I could not fight for months due to my hands great pain. My cousins were kind to me and helped me learn to hold my sword with out my thom. I began to hold it with two hand instead of one. Finely when I began to fight well again, my cousins wanted me to sword fight my younger brother, and as a result my hand was given great pain when he knocked my sword out of my hand, more then it would have been if I had the thumb. The armory is not where we do our sword fighting, we only fool a round when non are looking.I still love sword fighting. I always wear full
medivial armour, because I am from the medieval age. We use wood swords that look like real ones. I never thought I would go though a even greater pain then just losing my thumb. Which would make me give up living with my favourite cousin, and even sword fighting my cousins. I felt I had to be near him always for he became ill, with the same illness my father died of. It was not contagious it just ran in my family's blood. He should have warned some one, that he was feeling ill, But my father did the same and not until it was to late I found out. But alas I found out just in time with my brother!
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Title: The Swordfighters' Bond
Once upon a time, in a secret armory hidden away from prying eyes, a group of cousins found solace in their shared passion for sword fighting. The armory was their sanctuary, where they could hone their skills and indulge in their favorite pastime. Among them was a courageous and skilled warrior who had lost his thumb during a treacherous encounter with an evil man. But his favorite cousin, his partner in arms, had valiantly saved him by defeating their attacker.
The loss of his thumb meant that he couldn't wield a sword with the same dexterity as before. His cousins, recognizing his pain and dedication, helped him adapt to his new reality. Together, they devised a technique where he could hold his sword with both hands, compensating for his missing thumb. Through months of perseverance and training, he slowly regained his ability to fight well again.
However, their camaraderie soon led to a new challenge as his cousins insisted he spar with his younger brother. During their friendly duel, his brother's strike knocked the sword out of his hand, causing more pain than if he still had his thumb. Despite the setback, the warrior refused to give up his beloved sword fighting. It was in his blood, intertwined with his very identity.
In their medieval armor, the cousins would don their wooden swords, resembling the real weapons of their age. Although they only fooled around when no one was watching, the passion and skill with which they fought was undeniable. For our protagonist, wearing the armor and wielding the sword connected him to the heritage of his ancestors and invoked a sense of purpose within him.
Yet, life had more painful surprises in store for the warrior. His favorite cousin, the one who had saved him from death, fell ill with a hereditary ailment, the same that had taken their father's life. The illness was not contagious, but it quietly crept within their bloodline, leaving devastation in its wake. Regretfully, his cousin chose not to warn anyone until it was almost too late, following the same path as their father.
Fortunately, he discovered his cousin's illness in time to offer support, just as he had wished for when his father suffered. The warrior found himself torn between his love for sword fighting, his attachment to his favorite cousin, and his duty towards his brother. Ultimately, he put aside his sword for a while, vowing to be there for his cousin as his health deteriorated.
In the end, it was not the loss of a thumb or the pain from a sparring match that tested the warrior's resolve the most. It was witnessing the suffering of his beloved cousin, knowing that he couldn't save him. The bond they shared surpassed their love for sword fighting, proving that family and love transcend any physical pain or external passions.
Together, they faced the hardships, cherishing the moments they had left. And in that armory, where sword fighting had once been their favorite thing to do, they found solace in each other's presence, celebrating the strength and unwavering bond of their family.