Lets pretend this guy is from a medieval book
sword fighting is our favorite thing to do in the armory when no one is looking. though I lost my thom once when a man attacked me And tried to kill me and another soul, I could not fight for months due to my hands great pain. My cousin was kind to me and helped me learn to hold my sword with out my thom. 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.
In the quaint pages of this medieval tome, there dwells a character who finds solace and joy amidst the clashing of wooden swords within the confines of the armory. Sword fighting, a cherished pursuit shared by this enigmatic figure and a clandestine companion, grants respite from the watchful eyes of others.
Yet, a shadow falls upon this tale, for a fateful encounter disrupted the tranquil balance of their secret escapades. A nefarious assailant, driven by a malevolent intent, launched an attack directed at our protagonist and another soul. In the vicious skirmish, tragedy struck, as the protagonist lost their thumb, rendering their swordsmanship impotent.
Crippled by excruciating pain for what seemed like an eternity, unable to wield a sword with the same vigor as before, the protagonist found solace in the altruistic kindness of a cousin. This benevolent kinsman provided invaluable assistance in adapting to the new reality, teaching the protagonist to grasp their sword firmly, even in the absence of a thumb.
Nevertheless, love for the art of sword fighting remained undiminished. Embracing their medieval heritage with utmost dedication, the protagonist attires themselves in full medieval armor, a symbol of their commitment to the ancient traditions. Wooden swords, fashioned to resemble their lethal counterparts, lend authenticity to their spirited engagements, despite their nonlethal nature.
In this medieval odyssey, the clash of wood against wood echoes a longing for a bygone era, imbued with valor, chivalry, and the enduring passion for swordplay that refuses to be extinguished.