"Rise tomorrow very early, earlier than today, and do the best that you are able".
Another dawn. Another two glasses, ice water and apple juice, for each of them. Another practice session. Since the days she was in plaited pigtails, only the intensity of the workout has changed. That and the necessity of maintaining her psychic defenses. Paris Bennet made it clear that if his daughter wanted the privacy appropriate to her age, she would have to keep good mental shields up during these sessions, because a real opponent would not respect anything. The countless little embarrassments which would result from slipping up were quite a motivator to work on it.
And finally, as the swords are put away, she's standing near-exhausted, but standing straight.
"Well done, Giovanna," he gives her an encouraging nod. "Breakfast in half an hour."
"See you then, Father."
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