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Literally what happens at the end beginning of every book

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gregor:

   “Argh! Not you too, Gregor!”

     Frustrated, the pink-haired girl throws her arms up in the air dramatically, a pout quickly forming on her face as she looks up at the man with slightly irritated, dark brown eyes resembling her father’s.

“Ready?!”

     The single word left the girl’s pale pink lips before swinging her practice sword out to the side, leveling the wooden hilt with her hip before taking an offensive stance--looking ready to spring forward with a charge at any moment. The girl’s brow is furrowed, yet a small smile plays on her lips--she isn’t angry with the man she’s boldly challenged, nor this is sparring match done out of ill-will, but rather borne from two main reasons. The first simply being Morgan enjoys sparring matches with different people--she enjoys sparring with her brother or father, yes, but she knows their styles as well as they know her own, so sparring with them can get a bit stale. Compare that to sparring with people with totally different styles, and it’s enough to make the girl’s dark eyes sparkle with anticipation, as she is never one to turn down a challenge, much like her father. Yet the second reason for this whole ordeal isn’t as pure as far as intentions go--not when the young girl plans on secretly sizing up the other’s power and capability. Of course, Morgan is aware Gregor is a skilled fighter, but how skilled is what she wants to know--if he cannot stand his ground against her, then is really capable of protecting Naeva and himself in the event of an emergency? Not that the sage couldn’t defend the both of them, but, still--it would give the girl some peace of mind, if nothing else.

   “Brace yourself!”