Gladiolus: A Fictional Narrative

Waking up in the morning, I didn’t want to leave the bed. It felt nice to sleep in a bed. Taking a look at the time, it was about five in the morning. Stretching my arms and legs, I sat up and pulled the covers off and put my feet on the floor. Walking into the bathroom, I turned on the light and looked at my appearance, using my fingers to comb my hair out, I pulled the two pieces on the sides and on top and pulled half of my hair into a bun.
Coming out of my bathroom, I walked over to where I had laid my top and skirt at and slipped those on, along with my boots. From there, I left the room, I walked over to the boardwalk to wait for Gladiolus to wake up. It was a few minutes later I heard footsteps coming towards me, turning my head I see it was Gladiolus.
You’ve seen Noct, do it before haven’t you?” He questioned.
Nodding I held my sword the same way I’ve seen Noctis hold his when guarding. He pointed out that my wrist should be relaxed and in line with my forearm. Allowing my wrist to relax and gotten it to line up with my forearm, he nodded his head again in approval.
“Adjust the angel of your arm and joints, until you feel the weight of the weapon being taken by your shoulder.”
Having a bit of trouble with it, it took me sometime, after a while, I gotten it, and from there he moved on. He told me to cut down with my sword and not to wave my arm and move the entire blade. Following his words, I did just that I could see a grin forming on his face, I was slightly scared to know what that meant...
“Use a small movement from either the elbow or shoulder to move the centre of gravity of the sword. The sword will move in a nice, straight line.”
This is getting slightly harder…I thought it was going to be easy, but I guess not. To me it feels slightly different than what I feel like…I feel like who ever had trained me, trained me differently than how Gladiolus is training me right