"Focus."
The memory flooded in to his brain, in bits and pieces, sharper in the center and fuzzy along the edges as he tries to remember the lesson, eyes closed and ears open to the forest and running water around him. It was a good place to train, right outside of Kirkwall, a little clearing that not many would second a glance at if they happened to water far enough off the main road to find. His arms moved slowly, as if through water, the control of the movement more important than the repetition. The katas were rote in his mind, his muscles knew them like his lungs knew breathing, but it was clearing the mind enough to feel the wind, the life around him. The natural, collective breath that every living thing around him took. Yoonjie could hear them yet.
"You're still not focusing."
No, he really wasn't. Not at the moment, not when he was going to be sent over into Tevinter to gather some Intel, to check the place out and see if it would be worth setting up any sort of alliance, or just running goods in and out of the place. He had too much on his mind, too much to do. He needed to pack, needed to have his rapiers sharpened. Probably take his nicer clothes to the cleaning lady to be washed and mended so he could slide into the different social rungs. He'd need to do a lot of things, he realized as he swept a leg around. In combat, the move would be lightning fast, quick enough to knock someone off their feet, knock them prone so that a killing blow, or even a blow meant to knock someone out could be delivered, but during practice, during meditation, slow, fluid movements. This wasn't about the fight.
"It's about control."
Yoon tried to push everything from his mind, to lose himself in his practice, in the life happening around him. His lack of focus could cost him dearly in a fight, would leave him open to attack, to being taken by surprise. So when he heard the twig break, a few paces behind him, they hadn't exactly tried to cover their approach, it had taken him a half second too long to pull the rapier, to bring it up to neck level, the blunt edge of the blade leading. He didn't kill. He wasn't her, but recognition served to knock the wind from him, breath catching in his lungs so hard, that they ached for release.
Yoon froze, suddenly a little boy again, with a wooden sword, staring at the one person he wanted validation from more than anyone else in the world.
@Bajie
The memory flooded in to his brain, in bits and pieces, sharper in the center and fuzzy along the edges as he tries to remember the lesson, eyes closed and ears open to the forest and running water around him. It was a good place to train, right outside of Kirkwall, a little clearing that not many would second a glance at if they happened to water far enough off the main road to find. His arms moved slowly, as if through water, the control of the movement more important than the repetition. The katas were rote in his mind, his muscles knew them like his lungs knew breathing, but it was clearing the mind enough to feel the wind, the life around him. The natural, collective breath that every living thing around him took. Yoonjie could hear them yet.
"You're still not focusing."
No, he really wasn't. Not at the moment, not when he was going to be sent over into Tevinter to gather some Intel, to check the place out and see if it would be worth setting up any sort of alliance, or just running goods in and out of the place. He had too much on his mind, too much to do. He needed to pack, needed to have his rapiers sharpened. Probably take his nicer clothes to the cleaning lady to be washed and mended so he could slide into the different social rungs. He'd need to do a lot of things, he realized as he swept a leg around. In combat, the move would be lightning fast, quick enough to knock someone off their feet, knock them prone so that a killing blow, or even a blow meant to knock someone out could be delivered, but during practice, during meditation, slow, fluid movements. This wasn't about the fight.
"It's about control."
Yoon tried to push everything from his mind, to lose himself in his practice, in the life happening around him. His lack of focus could cost him dearly in a fight, would leave him open to attack, to being taken by surprise. So when he heard the twig break, a few paces behind him, they hadn't exactly tried to cover their approach, it had taken him a half second too long to pull the rapier, to bring it up to neck level, the blunt edge of the blade leading. He didn't kill. He wasn't her, but recognition served to knock the wind from him, breath catching in his lungs so hard, that they ached for release.
Yoon froze, suddenly a little boy again, with a wooden sword, staring at the one person he wanted validation from more than anyone else in the world.
So it is you they brought in to do the trainin.
@Bajie
05-24-2024, 07:10 PM
