Lollipop Love [T/P]
Aug 24, 2012 10:36:10 GMT -7
Post by Aedemi on Aug 24, 2012 10:36:10 GMT -7
[30 / 80]
Okay, good. She was finally making more progress. As she deliberated whether or not she should continue doing the same thing, she decided it was best to do it again. Practice makes perfect, after all. It had already been a day since she had begun her training in this different type of technique, one that dealt with using a melody note to replace the function of a normal handseal. Since she had already been practicing many times the day before, she decided that one more session of the same old drills with playing a single note to observe her body's reaction to it would do the trick. One more to seal this portion of the training. If she could do it successfully with one try, then she would be very sure that she had done enough training in the area of speed and power.
Unlike her previous training session, -- she observed as she lifted the flute next to her face, placing the instrument to her lips -- she wasn't feeling anxious or impatient. She knew this boring part would soon be over. But first, she had to try. If she could not ensure a perfect performance the first time as she had achieved the day before in her last try, then she had to practice tenfold until she would know she understood her lesson by heart. Breathing in, she focused all her attention. One chance. She played the note quickly, the volume normal this time. All of this happened in a matter of a second: her chakra began to break in to the rest of her body -- she imagined as the chakra, previously frozen in place, was unlocked at the sound of the flute, the simple A note ringing in the air, and in a mere moment, the energy within her surged. Her chakra was activated. The note, played as normal -- no longer any louder than it should be.
Good. Very good.
She tried it again, attempting to see how well she would perform if she played the same note many times in a row. This, she had hoped, would help her get ready for the next phase of her training, one that would require her to react to the note while it is played in the midst of many others, as in a melody. An excellent way to transition. With this in mind, she played the same A note, and with each succession, her body would mold chakra more slowly. There was a delay here, one that could hopefully be fixed with more practice. She played the note repeatedly, her chakra-molding getting slower with each time, but she made an effort to speed the process up to catch up. It was a challenge, but at this rate, she was willing to do anything to get on to the fun part of her training.
Indeed, she struggled a lot. At first, she seemed to make very little to no progress. Her frustration began to grow. Every now and then she would throw herself back on her bed and kick the air out of a childish frustration, but then she would go back to train. She was being torn in two halves -- one that valued fun over the monotony of training, and the other that valued growth over anything else. She would then get back up and play the flute. One A. Another. And another again. She was deep in thought that she could no longer hear the birds chirping out her window. She was finally getting in tune with her training. Literally. Every time she played the note -- which was a lot of times -- she would begin to drift off more and more, until she reached a sort of meditative, or sleeping state. Maybe she was dozing off, after all. But as the notes began to reach into her unconsciousness, she began to feel more used to the note, to its effects, and when she "woke up" and tried again, she felt she was performing with more ease.
Okay, good. She was finally making more progress. As she deliberated whether or not she should continue doing the same thing, she decided it was best to do it again. Practice makes perfect, after all. It had already been a day since she had begun her training in this different type of technique, one that dealt with using a melody note to replace the function of a normal handseal. Since she had already been practicing many times the day before, she decided that one more session of the same old drills with playing a single note to observe her body's reaction to it would do the trick. One more to seal this portion of the training. If she could do it successfully with one try, then she would be very sure that she had done enough training in the area of speed and power.
Unlike her previous training session, -- she observed as she lifted the flute next to her face, placing the instrument to her lips -- she wasn't feeling anxious or impatient. She knew this boring part would soon be over. But first, she had to try. If she could not ensure a perfect performance the first time as she had achieved the day before in her last try, then she had to practice tenfold until she would know she understood her lesson by heart. Breathing in, she focused all her attention. One chance. She played the note quickly, the volume normal this time. All of this happened in a matter of a second: her chakra began to break in to the rest of her body -- she imagined as the chakra, previously frozen in place, was unlocked at the sound of the flute, the simple A note ringing in the air, and in a mere moment, the energy within her surged. Her chakra was activated. The note, played as normal -- no longer any louder than it should be.
Good. Very good.
She tried it again, attempting to see how well she would perform if she played the same note many times in a row. This, she had hoped, would help her get ready for the next phase of her training, one that would require her to react to the note while it is played in the midst of many others, as in a melody. An excellent way to transition. With this in mind, she played the same A note, and with each succession, her body would mold chakra more slowly. There was a delay here, one that could hopefully be fixed with more practice. She played the note repeatedly, her chakra-molding getting slower with each time, but she made an effort to speed the process up to catch up. It was a challenge, but at this rate, she was willing to do anything to get on to the fun part of her training.
Indeed, she struggled a lot. At first, she seemed to make very little to no progress. Her frustration began to grow. Every now and then she would throw herself back on her bed and kick the air out of a childish frustration, but then she would go back to train. She was being torn in two halves -- one that valued fun over the monotony of training, and the other that valued growth over anything else. She would then get back up and play the flute. One A. Another. And another again. She was deep in thought that she could no longer hear the birds chirping out her window. She was finally getting in tune with her training. Literally. Every time she played the note -- which was a lot of times -- she would begin to drift off more and more, until she reached a sort of meditative, or sleeping state. Maybe she was dozing off, after all. But as the notes began to reach into her unconsciousness, she began to feel more used to the note, to its effects, and when she "woke up" and tried again, she felt she was performing with more ease.