Day 50, Spring 503 AV Midday (Lunch Hour) The Academy It was lunch hour, and with the strike of the twelfth bell the students and instructors all filed out of their respective classrooms and lessons in an orderly manner, the students finally getting the break they were waiting for while the instructors usually convened in their offices if there were anything to discuss or announcements to be made, or simply just mingling among themselves while having their lunch. In the courtyard was a single Vantha student, a young adult male who looked around twenty-one years of age, his usual demeanour exuding a devil may care attitude that was no doubt aided by his messy, windswept hair that shone with the colours of Morwen's Lights. This time though, there was a look of utmost concentration on his face, the usual nonchalant expression temporarily suspended while he focused on his practice. Everyone else may take a break, but he was no Denvali here and he knew that there was a limited time that he could stay before something happened to that whisk him away to another place. He treasured every single bell that he could learn something from the experienced and pragmatic Denvali instructors, and so he was single minded in his goal not to let them down. Master Camlach especially, for the man had expressed his optimism regarding the Vantha's martial potential and he wanted to live up to the instructor's expectations. More so, he did not want to disappoint himself and so he was especially eager to get this right before he allowed himself to adjourn for a meal. Thus Eri found himself still in the courtyard in the open air, bearing the full glare of Syna's attention. He had his two weighted wooden practice swords, loaned from Oliver Camlach for as long as he remained enrolled in the Academy, and he looked ahead with a determined glance, taking a deep breath before dashing forward in a burst of speed, quickly collapsing into a tumble as if there was an invisible blade threatening to decapitate him should he continue forward at that height, and quickly recovering, spinning around into a defensive stance. The world swirled around him slightly and he felt his eyes unfocus for a moment before he could clearly grasp the view in front of him. He felt slightly discouraged, for this was one of the reasons why Master Camlach had easily defeated him. The instructor had told him that he should only attempt acrobatic manoeuvres if he could effortlessly recover from them, and so it was his duty to condition his body against he nausea as well as to reinforce his muscle memory in recovering and progressing with combat in an efficient manner. Efficiency, that was the key word of the Denvali, and this applied to everything in they do, be it in martial arts or in industry. There was no excess to be wasted here, for resources and time was precious for a tiny city struggling for its survival. It was this concept of strict pragmatism that allowed them to go against the odds and flourish despite the unlikely odds. With this single word, this concept in mind, he tried again, running before dropping into a tumble. This time, he cut down on any unnecessary movements, making any movements that he thought would safeguard him against losing his balance. His body whipped into the desired stance, but after a while he lost his balance and fell, dropping his practice swords as he used his hands to lessen the impact. It did not look particularly good, but this time Eri found that he could go into position more easily, and the world no longer swirled in front of him. The only thing he needed to do now was to condition his muscles so that he could go into perfect form after a tumble. It was the only way to do it, really, if he wanted to cut down on any unnecessary flailing of arms. He must proceed with an open mind, and not be hung on previous habits or concepts. If he wanted to improve the fastest under Camlach and rest of the instructors here at the Academy, he had to learn it the Denvali way. |