Day 54, Sprint of 503 AV
Mid Morning
The Courtyard
Mid Morning
The Courtyard
Thirty days. He had spent almost a third of a season constantly revising and getting his body familiar with the load of information passed down in his first lesson with the swordsmanship instructor of Denval's premier educational institute. More specifically, he spent almost all of the free time he had that was left over from daily mundane necessities and the other classes he had at the Academy on training.
With the help of the manual written by the very same instructor that he had picked up on the Denvali's advice at the end of that class, as well as several helpful instructors and senior students who walked by while he was self-training, he had managed to more or less get the footwork into his muscle memory. He was not exactly a hundred percent 'in-sync' with the system, but he was hopeful that his familiarity with it would be sufficient to not hinder the next class.
While waiting for the middle-aged teacher to enter the courtyard, the vantha patrolled back and forth in an unconscious half-pace, his right hand gripping loosely the practice long sword he drew from the armory clerk just before the class, and his left hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he mentally reviewed the parts that he needed to remember about the characteristics of each segment of the sword as well as the merits of the different grips.
With the help of the manual written by the very same instructor that he had picked up on the Denvali's advice at the end of that class, as well as several helpful instructors and senior students who walked by while he was self-training, he had managed to more or less get the footwork into his muscle memory. He was not exactly a hundred percent 'in-sync' with the system, but he was hopeful that his familiarity with it would be sufficient to not hinder the next class.
While waiting for the middle-aged teacher to enter the courtyard, the vantha patrolled back and forth in an unconscious half-pace, his right hand gripping loosely the practice long sword he drew from the armory clerk just before the class, and his left hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he mentally reviewed the parts that he needed to remember about the characteristics of each segment of the sword as well as the merits of the different grips.