Shura wants a real dagger. She wants to learn to make arrows, and stab dummies, and cut her cloud-pine.

But she knows the fastest way to get her real dagger is to be good with the wood one, so here she is, lunging and slashing it through the air, insulting imaginary enemies. Since she is not even five yet, this mostly consists of calling them: "Frostbitten - um - spinach heads!"