Senri Lightning Dojo. (Stronghold, Training, Open)
Nov 22, 2016 0:56:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2016 0:56:40 GMT -7
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Shiki continued to listen to the instructors lesson. "There was a servant at the doko at the time, a Kyoudo a few years older than myself and those in my class. We had never noticed him but in passing over the years, for he would enter the training chambers quietly, clean for a few minutes' time, and leave without saying a word. Not that we would have listened if he spoke, so enraptured were we in our exercises and lessons.
Eventually Shiki we all reached the most important moment an instructor reaches in way of the sword saint. When our last Master told some of us, myself included, that the time had come for us to leave the Temple or become teachers, there was a great festival of celebration. The village itself deigned to visit and observe our ceremony. As we were and are a bastion of philosophy and combat, there were contests of debate and competitions in the village, not only among the elite few, but open to all students.
"When our last Master told some of us, myself included, that the time had come for us to leave the village or become teachers, there was a great festival of celebration. The Kyoudo trial of arms itself deigned to visit and observe our ceremony. As we were and are a Temple of philosophy and combat, there were contests of debate and competitions in the Temple's war arena, not only among the elite few, but open to all students.
It was in this moment Shiki where I learned the importance of knowing the users body. I fought 8 competitions in a row, besting all. The crowd gathered in the arena knew of my prowess, and gave polite, applause at the end of each fight. As much as I focused on my own battles, I could not help noticing that other competitions were receiving more and more attention in the arena. The spectators whispered among themselves, and more began drifting away to see something that was evidently more spectacular and unusual than my unbroken string of victories.
The old man would then proceed to show Shiki what a true trial by combat consisted of. There was only so much you could do if your mind and body were not in a perfect sync. Your body would never be able to preform at its peak. The old man then led the class in useless hand to hand drills over the course of the next several hours. Shiki still had these lessons taken to heart as he readied himself.
Shiki continued to listen to the instructors lesson. "There was a servant at the doko at the time, a Kyoudo a few years older than myself and those in my class. We had never noticed him but in passing over the years, for he would enter the training chambers quietly, clean for a few minutes' time, and leave without saying a word. Not that we would have listened if he spoke, so enraptured were we in our exercises and lessons.
Eventually Shiki we all reached the most important moment an instructor reaches in way of the sword saint. When our last Master told some of us, myself included, that the time had come for us to leave the Temple or become teachers, there was a great festival of celebration. The village itself deigned to visit and observe our ceremony. As we were and are a bastion of philosophy and combat, there were contests of debate and competitions in the village, not only among the elite few, but open to all students.
"When our last Master told some of us, myself included, that the time had come for us to leave the village or become teachers, there was a great festival of celebration. The Kyoudo trial of arms itself deigned to visit and observe our ceremony. As we were and are a Temple of philosophy and combat, there were contests of debate and competitions in the Temple's war arena, not only among the elite few, but open to all students.
It was in this moment Shiki where I learned the importance of knowing the users body. I fought 8 competitions in a row, besting all. The crowd gathered in the arena knew of my prowess, and gave polite, applause at the end of each fight. As much as I focused on my own battles, I could not help noticing that other competitions were receiving more and more attention in the arena. The spectators whispered among themselves, and more began drifting away to see something that was evidently more spectacular and unusual than my unbroken string of victories.
The old man would then proceed to show Shiki what a true trial by combat consisted of. There was only so much you could do if your mind and body were not in a perfect sync. Your body would never be able to preform at its peak. The old man then led the class in useless hand to hand drills over the course of the next several hours. Shiki still had these lessons taken to heart as he readied himself.