Vavantine, wearing her blue uniform and mask, looked for King Lagi as soon as she was able. Being a warrior─now a soldier─meant that the young Imuchakk was duty bound to report to her superior. However, she didn’t know where to look, or if the King knew of her recruitment. If he was busy like Val mentioned, then wouldn’t her search be all for naught? Such circumstances would be unfortunate for sure, especially if she could not show her respect and gratitude in person.
Eventually, Vavantine found the area that appeared to be used for training─whether it was the Fanalis training grounds or the Unity Corps, she didn’t know. The sun beating down on her back was brutal, yet the wind cooled her down, making the weather optimal for training some techniques she had in mind. It would also be a good chance to get her mind off of her family and how she had failed them.
The Imuchakk unsheathed her sword, Silver Lament, as her steps took her to a stuffed dummy standing at the edge. She practiced a few swings, but no matter how she swung, the weight of the sword felt imbalanced, weak mid swing, or just plain awkward. Terentiti was not here to guide her, to show her the proper way to attack or hold her blade. Vavantine missed her master, even if they had only seen and trained once with each other. On the other hand, her desire to see him did not mean Vavantine would do anything less than one hundred percent when it came to training.
Sweat poured down her brow before being wiped away. Her training was too important to be bothered by something as trivial as heat and sweating; as long as she kept hydrating herself, Vavantine knew she would be fine and not pass out from dehydration. Plus, nobody ever died from sweating, or at least nobody should.
A couple of hours went by, maybe less, but without a clock, time was immeasurable like the vast sea that was traveled to arrive in Reim. Vavantine was gasping, mentally cursing herself for not achieving something as simple as a double swing simultaneously with her sword. If only there was someone to teach her the way, to show her how she was suppose to move through the motions, then perhaps she wouldn’t feel like such a failure.
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Tech Training WC: 394/500
Ability Being Trained: Double Slash
Eventually, Vavantine found the area that appeared to be used for training─whether it was the Fanalis training grounds or the Unity Corps, she didn’t know. The sun beating down on her back was brutal, yet the wind cooled her down, making the weather optimal for training some techniques she had in mind. It would also be a good chance to get her mind off of her family and how she had failed them.
The Imuchakk unsheathed her sword, Silver Lament, as her steps took her to a stuffed dummy standing at the edge. She practiced a few swings, but no matter how she swung, the weight of the sword felt imbalanced, weak mid swing, or just plain awkward. Terentiti was not here to guide her, to show her the proper way to attack or hold her blade. Vavantine missed her master, even if they had only seen and trained once with each other. On the other hand, her desire to see him did not mean Vavantine would do anything less than one hundred percent when it came to training.
Sweat poured down her brow before being wiped away. Her training was too important to be bothered by something as trivial as heat and sweating; as long as she kept hydrating herself, Vavantine knew she would be fine and not pass out from dehydration. Plus, nobody ever died from sweating, or at least nobody should.
A couple of hours went by, maybe less, but without a clock, time was immeasurable like the vast sea that was traveled to arrive in Reim. Vavantine was gasping, mentally cursing herself for not achieving something as simple as a double swing simultaneously with her sword. If only there was someone to teach her the way, to show her how she was suppose to move through the motions, then perhaps she wouldn’t feel like such a failure.
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Tech Training WC: 394/500
Ability Being Trained: Double Slash