[Upgrade Class]

y/n

I mentally selected ‘Yes’.

As soon as I did so my vision, blackened from having my eyes closed, shifted and I felt as though I were floating. It was similar to the feeling of waking up in that white void of Miamoras. Music started to play around me, I recognized the song even if the lyrics were absent - fly me to the moon. I hummed the song as I looked about in wonder. While it was still dark, I could see in the distances around me a number of concentric circles with small lecterns holding books, orbs, and what looked like screens displaying different stories. Different paths. I was alone here, but I didn't feel lonely. Scattered within each circle were lit podiums, different shades and colors of lights. The ground seemed to reflect all, especially those podiums I was near. The sky was a dark blue, as though it had just become twilight. Stars scattered amongst the sky, but did not reflect in the floor.

I took a glance to my right, seeing that I was on the edge of one of these circles and near one of these podiums containing stories. The lights from the podiums filled the horizon, seemingly going forever. I looked at the book before me, [Apprentice Chef]. I leafed through the pages, curious what it would say. It was a story of possibility, talking about what a chef can do, what they could cook. It highlighted a few potential skills like [Ameteur knife work] and [Searious Cook], which seemed to be all about how to sear different types of meat. I set the book back down, a bit disappointed. I felt no draw to it.

I started to wander about, checking different classes out but none piqued my interest until I found a circle with seven or eight books. Until now I had received an offering for [Tailor's Apprentice], [Novice Dancer], [Librarian's Assistant] and a few others that I seemed to qualify for based on my hobbies. There were plenty of books, but occasionally I'd come across an orb like a scrying ball that when I peered in deeply would show me a fate. For the dancer class there was an audience watching me perform. For the tailor class it showed me measuring fancily clad patrons and chatting amorously with them, laughing and gently flirting inside of a fancy storefront. Each podium I stopped by highlighted a different aspect of myself. But it wasn't until I reached this specific circle that I felt close to any of the options.

While there were plenty of lit up podiums, there were even more that weren't. I instinctively felt that these were possible paths but that I had yet to realize the qualifications for them. In this smaller circle only four were lit up, all four glowing distinctly with a blue light where most of the ones before this had either been gray white lights. I likened it to a rarity, even though the books I’d read said there was no indication until after the class was selected for which rarity it would be.

I lifted an item off the first podium, a flat black rock. When I did, I instinctively knew the title [WorldWalker] and it lit up, showing me images. It was like I was watching an anime, I was enraptured by it. I watched myself open portals, step through them and explore different parts of the world, of other worlds. I saw myself seeking audiences with kings and even lowly gods, even stepping foot in the different layers of hell. I saw myself speaking to a faerie, her disagreeing and attacking me and me sending her through the planes. The class looked epic, powerful, terrifying. I felt a draw to it. I was unsure, however, how feasible it would be. From the looks of things the spells I cast would be massive, powerful, and mana intensive. As of now, without a display to tell me so, I could tell I didn't have the kind of mana this class would need. Yet. A worldwaker was adventurous, tenacious, and defiant. They made their own laws, escaped oppression and fought for whatever they felt like. Some were thieves and some were heroes bouncing from plane to plane and saving folks. Some were selfish and greedy, hunting only for materials and disregarding those in need unless it benefited them. But all were free, never able to be held down except by the most cunning of foes.

Sighing, I shelved it. I was a bit disappointed by the lack of a descriptor outside of the story in these classes. It would make things so much easier if I knew what skills I'd get, how much they would cost, or any other information. But instead, as my parents had told me, these classes were as much a leap of faith as they were to be carefully selected.

I stepped to the next lit lectern, I had tried earlier to read from one that wasn't lit but my hand had passed through it as though it were a ghost. I lifted the book examining the cover [Vulpes Amicum]. Fox friend in latin, I wasn't sure how I knew that but I felt it was just the magic of this place that told me. It made me wonder more about the system, about where it came from. How did it know latin, and how did I understand it? What was the truth behind this magical entity? I shook my head to clear the thoughts. As much as I wished to know more about the system, I wasn't going to find anything out today. Instead of worrying, I gently opened the cover and it showed me and the two foxes dancing through meadows or hunting in the woods. It showed Sky sitting on my shoulder as we traveled, and Luka weaving through the trees seeking prey. I saw myself healing them, them fighting on my behalf, I saw one of them getting hurt over and over protecting me and the other swooping in to save them. It made my heart heavy, to watch my precious friends get hurt like that as I was forced to stay back and deliver buffs to them. I knew this wasn't me. A [Vulpes Amicum] was often found in the trees, in nature, away from people.They were loyal, fierce, but not a physical combatant. They were friends of nature, looked favorably on by the trees and rivers and rocks and leaves. They were friends to all nature, not just to the small canines they were named after. They were protectors of the forest, and their responsibilities were vast. They were not me.

The third book was glowing a different, darker shade from the rest when I turned to it. It seemed like it was begging me to choose it. I picked it up and frowned at the title, [Apostle of Chaos]. I started to read it and realized it was referring to the god that brought me to Ravos, Miamora. I scoffed a bit as I read what duties the apostle could have; convincing others to worship the gods of Chaos, praying for storms and disasters and pandemonium. An [Apostle of Chaos] was a worshiper of dissonance, and a bringer of turmoil. They were those that sought to shake up the world, to bring tumultuous events into fruition. They garnered fear from their foes and wariness from their allies, and they were looked upon with distaste. It seemed a lonely, solitary existence. There was no chance of me choosing this one. I placed it back on its lectern.

I glanced into the distance, hoping that there would be more for myself amongst the fields of classes, but I knew in my heart that these four that were lit in this circle were those I was most likely to connect with. I sighed, turning my attention to the last of them. It was in the form of a manga. I smiled a little bit reading the title [Bladedancer] and I knew that what I had worked towards, and speculated, was here and was worth it. I was a touch surprised to not see even a mention of a smithing class but I had also only looked at about a dozen stories so far.

When I opened the manga I could tell that this was what I was after. I watched as I weaved gracefully through enemies activating spells that I was etching into the ground and air around me. Instead of just my feet casting runes, the tip of my sword and blunt end of my spear acted as focal points as well. I could see the intense focus on my face as I danced for children at an orphanage, regaling them with tales through my movements. I saw movements that were fluid like water and jagged, forceful like an explosion. I saw myself learning new techniques throughout the country if not even further beyond. A bladedancer was one who would stave off entire armies for their allies, entertain those who had lost all, seek glory and knowledge and adventure. A bladedancer was a warrior, a fighter, but more than that they were a source of light for those they saved, for those they interacted with. They were seekers of martial knowledge, purveyors of spellcraft, and they were rare. Exceedingly so. It appeared to be a difficult class, among the positive fantasies it showed frequent failures - lessons. A bladedancer was tenacious, brave, foolish, and creative. They were capable of more than just putting a sword to a throat, more than stylo and paper and enchanting. They were the essence of both a swordsman and an entertainer, of a wizard and a cultivator, all at once. A contradictory but complementary existence.

I looked about, at the hazy sky and distant lights surrounding me. There were an endless amount of possibilities that the system had laid out for me. There were thousands, millions, billions of unread stories, unrealized scenarios. But my choice was made, I instinctively knew that this was the class. This was all that I had worked towards all of these years, all that I had imagined. I was hoping that by being a seemingly rarely sought after class it would come with additional bonuses, but I wasn’t overly sure. Despite having only checked a few of the possibilities it felt as though I’d been here for hours. Sighing, I mentally prompted the system.

You have selected the class [Bladedancer]

Caution, this choice cannot easily be undone. This choice will likely affect the rest of your life. Are you sure that you would like to become a [Bladedancer]?

Y/N

I mentally said yes. The manga in my hands floated before me and opened up before slowly disintegrating into light and particles. It rushed towards me, into my chest. I felt a burn, a rush, and then darkness as this mental plane faded away. My body was suddenly racked with pain, my muscles and bones twisting and contracting and expanding. I swallowed my screams, writhing in this darkness for what felt like hours, days. It was horrible, I couldn't liken it to anything else. It felt like my bones were being pulled and compressed, my muscles torn and rebuilt, my skin itched and tingled. And I couldn't move. Before long the darkness, the pain, and the silence started to fade away. Something wet flashed along my cheek. Then the other cheek. Something tickled me, making me giggle slightly as I opened my eyes to see two small foxes hovering over me, whimpering, licking and sniffing at me.

I was readying to comfort them when I was inundated with a copious amount of notifications. My eyes went wide and my heart raced a bit as I prepped to read them, hoping that my class came with some solid benefits. I reached up and pulled the obnoxious, needy foxes to my chest, giving them pets. They squealed perhaps with delight as I pulled them into a cuddle.

“They’ve been worrying ever since you fell asleep. We listened to their whining all night. I know you’ve been worrying about a companion skill but I'm pretty sure you'll have gotten something by now.” My dad said from the kitchen table. I glanced outside to see that the sun hadn’t yet risen. “So what class did ya get? What skills?”

“Bladedancer. Not sure of the skills yet, give me a few moments.” I replied and shook my head as I gave the foxes a few more scratches and pulled myself up so I was leaning against the wall. I took a deep breath, gently petting the two attention seekers as they wriggled in my lap. Willing the notifications to appear, I trembled with excitement.

Congratulations! You have received the rare class [Bladedancer]

[Bladedancer]

Be it by circumstance, luck, intuition, or fate you have discovered a lost combat art. Faded away in centuries past, a tribe of nomads invented the Runedance, a series of movements that when completed allowed swordsmen, warriors, and entertainers alike to cast spells of unforeseen magnitude.

Following the tempo, the rhythm of battle, a [Bladedancer] will call to the world and the world will answer. They will altar battlefields, rend the landscape, and slaughter their foes. With their magic and martial technique a [Bladedancer] is often considered a menace, a threat beyond that of either wizard or martial artist.

They are unpredictable and ingenious, dangerous and powerful. Be wary of those whom you tell the truth to, for kings and gods do not always look kindly on those who have the potential to topple nations.

[Bladedancer]’s seek to further their technique, to understand the flow of the world's mana, and to witness the vastness of the world and its people.

Your general skill [Bladed Weapon Mastery] has been moved to your class

Your skill [Dancing] has become [Runedancing]

[Runedancing]: a lost skill recently found, little is known about those who can follow the flow of combat well enough to write runes in the midst of battle, except that they are oft exceptional ever growing warriors. To communicate with the will of the world, to bend the world in your favor, to combine wizardry with martial arts is to Runedance. A hidden art, lost to time, [Rundancing] is the supplementation of magic and technique. Become one with the art of Runes and the rhythm of the world, and the world will always respond to the call of your mana.

Your general skill [Dodging] has been moved to your class

Your general skill [Intuition] has been moved to your class

Your general skill [Mana Manipulation] has been moved to your class

Your general skill [Mana sense] has been moved to your class

The skill [Rune Compendium] Is available for your class [Bladedancer]

The skill [He Who Wanders] is available for your class [Bladedancer]

[Rune Compendium]: through trial and error you have learned runes, created your own spells, and developed a unique technique for which to write them. The compendium will hold all spells and individual runes you learn, will file away the knowledge you grow and will allow you to access these things with but a thought. You must properly learn these runes and successfully cast the spells for them to be stored within your compendium.

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[He Who Wanders]: A [Bladedancer] is one who adventures, one who seeks new knowledge, one who wanders. This skill will pull the user to points of interest, reward them for their adventures, and guide them towards their goals over time. This skill levels only by discovering new places or peoples. Discover, learn, absorb new techniques. Wander and adventure and be one with the world you inhabit. Perceive that which makes the world unique, meet its people, see its sights and you shall further your connection to it.

After reading my class notifications I went through to add new general skills to make up for the six that had been transferred to my class. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw that I had a skill available for raising Luka and Sky.

[Name]

Alexilios

[Race]

Human

[Class]

[Bladedancer] lvl 22

[Class Skills]

[Bladed Weapon Mastery] LVL:17

[Runedancing] LVL: 13

[Dodging] LVL:14

[Intuition] LVL:7

[Mana Sense] LVL:12

[Mana Manipulation] LVL:12

[Rune Compendium] LVL:1

[He Who Wanders] LVL:1

2x Unavailable

[General Skills]

[Running] LVL:21

[Runic Inscribing] LVL:16

[Tailoring] LVL:10

[Smithing] LVL:19

[Meditation] LVL:1

[Fox Raising] LVL:1

[Distant Recollections] LVl:1

[Cooking] LVL:1

[Pain Resistance] LVL:1

[Training] LVL:1

I wound up taking a cooking skill and training for the time being. For one, I liked having good food to eat and training would help to increase the rate at which my other skills improved so long as I was intentionally doing something like sparring, learning, or well, training. I smiled as I looked at my status. I was a bit surprised that I jumped from level ten to twenty two, maybe I had gained extra when I killed the wolf?

“Lios? Lios, have you selected all of your skills?” My fathers voice snapped me back to reality. I glanced down to see that Luka was gently nomming on my hand and Sky was laid on her back in front of my dad begging for bellyrubs as she laughed and barked.

I scratched Luka behind the ear and smiled. “Yeah, I have.”

“Well, are ya gonna tell me? Quit being so secretive.”

I smirked and gave him the rundown, giving him the descriptions of the new class skills. His eyes widened when I read out my class description.

“A rare class? A lost technique? Just what have you been doing, Lios?”

“Just training, and practicing. Why? Is it so unbelievable?” I cocked my head to the side.

“Rare classes are... Well, I have only seen a few who acquired one before the level one hundred class upgrade. Those that have... well they’ve typically had to do something extraordinary... What is this technique you discovered? Is it that [Runedancing] skill you have?” His voice trembled a bit, but I was unsure why. Be it from fear or pride, all I knew was that he was nervous in some capacity.

“It is. That was why I wanted mom to teach me to dance.”

“That's... that's incredible. Really. Come let us spar, you need to get used to your new skills and stats. Your body was changed a bit too, you did gain twelve levels so we need to make sure you know your limits before I let you spar with the guards.” I had been asking since gaining the system to spar with his coworkers on occasion, it would be helpful to see how people other than my father fought.

I followed him outside, the light of the sun starting to shimmer over the horizon, pink and red and orange shining over the emerald leaves of the Deepbloom.

It wasn’t until fall that I was able to spar with the guards. Between getting my system and now I had kept to my same old routine but had taken to bringing the foxes with me everywhere. My father and I had trained my [Runedancing] and [Bladed Weapon Mastery] skills up to my level, twenty two. I had shown him my sword dances, and he had started to spar with me while I was practicing them, allowing me to train them in actual combat. I had three in total, two of which I had finished creating over the past several months.

I was already starting to feel the constraints of Lexico runewrit. I was able to quickly cast my runedances now, even during a battle, but the spells being constrained to five runes per circle made it difficult to add variety to my spells. Of the three that I was able to cast now, there was my fire wave that had burned me, a wind slash technique I could use to attack from a short distance, and an earth spike spell that let me surround myself with spikes of stone and rock. I was thrilled to be able to try them against the guards today, but I was ever on the lookout for a new runic language book so I could take my dances to the next level.

I was following my father to the training grounds on the other side of town. On my hip was hanging my training falchion, a type of curved single hand sword with a flared and heavy tip designed for slashing. I had been tempted to bring a couple different swords but had decided to bring only one, this was my current favorite style to train with and in reality I would likely not be carrying a half dozen weapons with me when I went out on my own.

My mouth salivated as we passed a nearby bakery, the scent of fresh bread wafting through the air. It was still early, the sky a red and orange amalgamation while the sun rose slowly. There weren't many people out and about just yet, but the sounds of a waking city radiated around me. Quiet chatter rolled between the streets as people were making their way to work, and businesses were opening up. In the distance I heard the clang of a hammer, Derren always got started at dawn. When he had first moved to Arborton the townsfolk had complained, but that had never stopped him from getting started so early. Now it was such an integral sound in the morning most of the citizens were more concerned when he didn’t start this early.

I vowed to come back to the bakery before heading to the forge later. Luka walked just next to me but kept turning his nose towards the food stands that were starting to populate, while Sky sat on my shoulder, soon she’d be too big to do so. She was looking around hyperactively. Ever since classing up I had brought them everywhere, but everywhere only meant where I'd gone. I had yet to go to the barracks and training grounds as I rarely deviated from my routine.

“Lios! Are ya finally ready to spar me again? I swear I'll win this time." As soon as I crossed into the training grounds, a large flat field surrounded by the walls and buildings of the town's guard, I heard Ento call to me. I glanced at my dad before jogging deeper into the field. Guards were already sparring or training by themselves.

“Vice captain! You brought your kid?” A voice called out. I saw many of the guards stop what they were doing for a few moments as we entered.

Ento was in the middle of being trained by his mentor as I approached. It looked like he had been knocked down by Calimax while distracted by my appearance.

“How are you gonna beat me when you get laid out on your ass for the smallest distractions?” I laughed at the older lad, a smile adorning my face.

“He got ya there Ento, you really think you can take on Zeeks boy?” Max chuckled alongside me as he helped his student up.

“Of course I can. I’m a higher level than him and stronger.” Ento taunted me, but I could tell he was uncertain. I was the first to train him after all, and while we had sparred when I was teaching him and the others we had not fought since.

“How about we test that theory, Ento. Give these ol’ fogeys a show.”

“Lios, who ya callin old?” My father reached us as he continued to casually stroll. “You know that’ll just get these guys excited to kick your ass right?”

While I was here, my father said I could swear all I wanted since mom wasn’t here. I grinned at him. “Let em, I'll fight em all. Only way to get better is to keep practicing right?”

“Alright alright settle your heckles boyo, you wanna fight my ‘prentice? You got it.” Calimax ruffled mine and Entos hair. The older boy was a bit taller than me, and much more muscular than when I had last seen him, right after Brioche had died. Since then I have further thrown myself in my training and smithing. “Here’s the terms, you can use any skills ya want but if yer dad or I call for the end of the fight the fight ends. Neither of you will take lethal actions against the other. You’ll fight in the center of the field. I will draw a circle in the dirt and should either of you step out of the circle before the fight is declared over you will lose. You may concede the fight at any time. Understood kids?”

I nodded, letting Sky off of my shoulder. She promptly hopped up on my fathers, while Luka stood near his feet. Ento affirmed his agreement as well and led me to the center. We waited a few moments while Max drew a circle with a thirty foot diameter around us. I grinned to myself, that was the total range of one of my runecircles, I could only step about fifteen feet away before I lost control over the runes and mana lines I wrote.

Ento bowed to me, drawing his training sword. They had gotten him his desired greatsword, the massive blade was taller than the boy but he wielded it with ease. He took a stance with the sword pointed behind him, he was leaning forward. I drew my falchion, not missing the raised eyebrows from a few of the guards. Curved swords were not especially common, most preferred a standard longsword or shortsword.

I took a stance, holding the sword in front of me while taking what was called a horse stance, named so as it looked like I was sitting in an invisible saddle. “Alright, remember Zeek ‘n I are here to moderate. Go crazy kids.” Calimax called out, announcing the start of the fight.

Ento made the first move, swinging his sword up at me and spraying dirt my way. I leapt over it, twisting over the blade before rolling to my feet and lunging toward him, mana flowing from my feet as I started to write a runecircle of wind blades. He took a quarter second longer than I did to recover from his swing, allowing me to approach him and force him to block my slash with the flat of his blade. I leaped backwards before he could retaliate.

He slashed at me again, the superior reach of his sword meaning he hardly has to waste energy on moving. I grunted as I had to block, unable to dodge this one. I checked the progress of my spell, nearly halfway done with it already so I only needed a few more seconds to complete it. I attempted to sneak under his guard, resulting in him letting his blade stab the ground and going handson. He batted my sword arm away, making me twist to pressure him with a sweeping kick, which he easily stepped back and away from. He had strategically stabbed his sword behind him, allowing him to grab it as he pranced away from me to the other side of the circle. I grinned, standing in the center as I finally activated my spell, this one was fairly new and was quite sharp.

Wind seemed to swirl around my blade as mana rushed around me, spiraling over to the falchion. I swung it in the direction of Ento, who was now around twelve feet away. A blade of wind launched from my sword causing him, and the spectating guards, to widen their eyes. Ento gasped as he blocked it, the wind dissipating upon meeting his sword. I swung three more times, all the while preparing the runes for my next spell as I twisted and twirled and danced around the small ring. My wind blade spell ran out just as I recentered myself, holding a challenging blade towards Ento.

“My friend, I suggest you step out of the ring of your own volition, else the healers may have cause to be here.” My words were no idle threat, I myself was aware of how hot the flames in my spell would burn, and standing in the center there was nowhere, aside from a three foot circle around me, that would be safe from my fire.

My friend was panting from the relentless assault of five wind blades, sweat dripped off his chin into the dirt below. He grinned, though, despite the strain. “Fuck off Lios, You dont intimidate me.”

“Suit yourself!” The boy rushed towards me, ready to show me he wasn’t bluffing. But I wasn’t bluffing either. I activated my circle, the spell started by drawing mana for a full second. This was enough time for him to approach me and attack, but he was still just out of the safe circle. I parried his large sword, deflecting it and attacking as the world mana flowed towards me for a moment, unless one was looking for it or sensing it they wouldn't notice. He didn’t notice either, until flames burst from around me. They spun like a small inferno, setting the meager grass in the area alight.

Ento screamed out as the flames licked his legs and the bottom of his torso. My father leapt into action, pulling him from the circle as it was engulfed with fire. The flames died out quickly, though anything they had set on fire was still lit. The watching guards were quiet for a few moments, glancing between me and the smoking twelve year old. Max’s mouth was hanging open.

As soon as the flames dissipated I rushed through the small circle of embers until I was kneeling next to Ento, who was panting with watery eyes. A healer rushed over, making it just after I had.

“Fuck was that Lios?” Ento gasped out as the healing magic started to take hold. I was told that healing magic could be painful, it didn’t mitigate pain every time and the process of healing instantly was not comfortable. Probably still better than nursing a burn for a few weeks, but not the most pleasant. Ento winced before his expression turned to one of relief.

“What does that feel like? I’ve never been healed before.” I asked him, deigning not to tell him about my technique.

“At first it's kinda like... it's like the bad flesh is being ripped off quickly and then it's super itchy for a few seconds as the new skin rebuilds. Then it feels nice as the itch and pain goes away. Not my favorite feeling, I'm not looking forward to having something worse healed up.” Ento reached up, and I gratefully pulled him up to his feet, rising to my own. “Seriously though, what was that fire? Is that one of your sorcery techniques? I didn’t take any magic skills, and definitely didn’t expect you to.”

I noticed a few of the other guards lingering, making sure Ento was okay. Calimax stood directly behind me and my dad had a concerning look on his face. “It was a sword dance, a wizardry technique. I made it myself, what did ya think?”

Before he could answer Max interjected, “Lios, what level are you?”

“Me? Level twenty two.” I felt like it was a mistake to answer as several of the guards gasped, and a few started to chatter somewhat excitedly amongst themselves. “Is that... Is there something wrong with that?”

“Lios, Ento is level thirty eight. Nearly twice your level. It’s not... it's not unheard of for someone to fight above their level but this early? It’s not common, Lios. What rarity is your class?” Calimax turned me to face him. The look on his face gave me some anxiety, he looked hungry.

“Max, Imma have to stop you there. Lios, don’t answer.” My father stepped up, placing a hand on my shoulder. Sky rushed down his arm onto my shoulder and started sniffing and licking my head, apparently checking to see if I was hurt anywhere. I laughed as Luka started doing the same from my feet.

“Zeek, why is your kid a smiths apprentice? He should be a damn guard. Hell, if he joined us he could go on hunts in the Bloom with us. Think of how strong he’d be with some real experience!” some of the others nodded along with Max’s words, a glint of greed in his eyes.

“Max-”

“With all respect Max, I don’t want to be a guard. Nor a knight or anything of the sort. As for why smithing, cuz I want to. It’s the path I chose for myself.” I interrupted my father before he could advocate for me. I felt this was a battle for me, I may as well fight.

“Still you would be a true asset to-”

“I am a person, not an asset, Calimax. And I can’t grow stronger if I'm held here with you all, no offense. I’ll be an adventurer, and for that I need to practice what I am.” I glowered at him. He scoffed, shaking his head, before nodding.

“Sure kid, just saying you’d make a pretty solid guard.”

“Appreciate it Max.” I grinned at him, grateful for the sentiment. “Now, anyone else wanna spar?”

And a few did. I spent the morning training with my fathers subordinates. I watched as he bragged about me from the sidelines. As his eyes glimmered while talking to the captain, his boss, during a spar against a level forty one spearman. I parried him, on the backfoot as he had learned not to give me a chance to set up my spells. They had yet to realize how exactly I was doing it, mana sense was not very common at this low level for non mages, and there were rarely mage types who joined the guard in towns like Arborton.

I lost more often than I won, but when I did win it was all the more impressive, I was a ten year old competing with trained adults who were higher level than me. My father resolved, at both my request and that of my sparring partners, for me to train with the crew every Varitas, or the equivalent of Friday.