Timestamp: 5th Of Summer 513 AV
K and Ser Corben, sitting in the training grounds with their legs crossed, eyes closed as they sat about two feet from each other. "Master... You say we must meditate to clear our minds and calm down, yet I find nothing in Syliras to be calming, for one can never silence the peace and justice that thrives in civilization." K said quietly, his voice breaking the silence, but his pause bringing it back to life. His scythe, his original black judgment scythe, was laid across his lap. Ser Corben had his longsword across his, they both had a shield at their feet, a battle was ready to commence. "Besides Ser... Why must we meditate before we spar? I honestly think that we should do that after, because it calms me down ya know? I don't want to be all calmed down before a fight." He finally grew quiet, as he heard his master clear his throat, it was time for another lesson. Because he always felt that everytime Ser Corben opened his mouth, he ended up learning something, and that was amazing to him. He rested his hands atop his weapon, his fingertips resting on the cold pole of metal, he was ready to be filled with more knowledge.
"Kise, you are a very smart boy, I wonder why you didn't get it. Perhaps it is because you tend to think after talking, and that is not wise young one. You see, although peace may be able to thrive in civilization, civilization can only feed off of peace. This is what seperates us from our foes, the very people who wish to crush peace, they no not of true civilization. We build buildings, houses, lives, and other happy things, now imagine what would happen if we didn't protect the peace. Houses would crumble, people would be scared, there would be no civilization. Civilization can only exist with peace and peace breeds civilization, as you will find vultures circling a carcass, you will find peace emanating civilization. Now, as for why we meditate before a fight, it is for that sole purpose my boy. If you rush into a fight enraged, you will be rushing into a fight weak, and I'm sure that's not what you want. Your anger would only blind you, you may think that your hitting harder, but your actually weaker. And with that being said, Shh.. It's time." Ser Corben ended as he stood up with his blade, ready to go.
"Yes..." K stood up, his scythe held midlength in his right hand, as he rose up proudly. Staring at his master hardly, he was ready for his spar, seeing Ser Corben perform some flashy moves with his longsword. "Is that a challenge Ser?" Kise said with a smile, as he tossed his scythe to his left hand then back to his right, warming up for showmanship. Spinning it in his right hand clockwise, quickly using the momentum to pass it around his back and switching it to his left hand. After a final spin, he stabbed it into the ground, finally ending his combo. He looked at his patron, who was pointing his sword at him a couple feet away from him, it was showtime. As they stood still, the wind blowed a bit, breaking the silence with every whisper. "Now!" K yelled as he stepped up, his dropstep was in his right foot, swinging his body counter clockwise in an angle. His scythe came raining down from the sky with an arc. Clink! It was easily blocked by his patron, as he bounced back from a parry, Ser Corben was on the offensive now.
And so the battle began.
K and Ser Corben, sitting in the training grounds with their legs crossed, eyes closed as they sat about two feet from each other. "Master... You say we must meditate to clear our minds and calm down, yet I find nothing in Syliras to be calming, for one can never silence the peace and justice that thrives in civilization." K said quietly, his voice breaking the silence, but his pause bringing it back to life. His scythe, his original black judgment scythe, was laid across his lap. Ser Corben had his longsword across his, they both had a shield at their feet, a battle was ready to commence. "Besides Ser... Why must we meditate before we spar? I honestly think that we should do that after, because it calms me down ya know? I don't want to be all calmed down before a fight." He finally grew quiet, as he heard his master clear his throat, it was time for another lesson. Because he always felt that everytime Ser Corben opened his mouth, he ended up learning something, and that was amazing to him. He rested his hands atop his weapon, his fingertips resting on the cold pole of metal, he was ready to be filled with more knowledge.
"Kise, you are a very smart boy, I wonder why you didn't get it. Perhaps it is because you tend to think after talking, and that is not wise young one. You see, although peace may be able to thrive in civilization, civilization can only feed off of peace. This is what seperates us from our foes, the very people who wish to crush peace, they no not of true civilization. We build buildings, houses, lives, and other happy things, now imagine what would happen if we didn't protect the peace. Houses would crumble, people would be scared, there would be no civilization. Civilization can only exist with peace and peace breeds civilization, as you will find vultures circling a carcass, you will find peace emanating civilization. Now, as for why we meditate before a fight, it is for that sole purpose my boy. If you rush into a fight enraged, you will be rushing into a fight weak, and I'm sure that's not what you want. Your anger would only blind you, you may think that your hitting harder, but your actually weaker. And with that being said, Shh.. It's time." Ser Corben ended as he stood up with his blade, ready to go.
"Yes..." K stood up, his scythe held midlength in his right hand, as he rose up proudly. Staring at his master hardly, he was ready for his spar, seeing Ser Corben perform some flashy moves with his longsword. "Is that a challenge Ser?" Kise said with a smile, as he tossed his scythe to his left hand then back to his right, warming up for showmanship. Spinning it in his right hand clockwise, quickly using the momentum to pass it around his back and switching it to his left hand. After a final spin, he stabbed it into the ground, finally ending his combo. He looked at his patron, who was pointing his sword at him a couple feet away from him, it was showtime. As they stood still, the wind blowed a bit, breaking the silence with every whisper. "Now!" K yelled as he stepped up, his dropstep was in his right foot, swinging his body counter clockwise in an angle. His scythe came raining down from the sky with an arc. Clink! It was easily blocked by his patron, as he bounced back from a parry, Ser Corben was on the offensive now.
And so the battle began.