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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on May 9, 2008 10:57:26 GMT -5
My leg still hurt a bit but it was nothing that I could not live with. So as I had every morning since my 7th natality I worked with my blade. It was not a hard workout more of a waking for me. I went through my paces and my techniques and let my mind drift to another place. I could feel the aging of my body it sounds funny for one as young as me but I was a good two years past my prime when it comes to the matters of steel. So I was acutely aware of each little creak aside from the more recent one in my leg. Of course with 9 out of 10 opponents those really did not matter I simply outclassed them by way too much. But oh Kushiel that 10th one would kill you and not blink. With but a few exceptions a swordsman only looses once.
Al the same the length of steel in my hand was not what really mattered. It was the lesson so few students of the blade ever learned. What matters it the willpower of the man behind the sword and the mind inside the head on his shoulders. In the end -that- is what makes a blade master a blade master it is the ultimate riddle of steel that once solved will keep one as safe as if nestled in their mother’s arms. This I practiced my morning calisthenics a matter that was ultimately more mental than physical.
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