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Vala cradled her chin gently in thought . “To use your sword to attain the perfect body .” Vala rested back in the shade .

“How mysterious.”

“I don’t like it. “Zabu replied. “I don’t like mysteries . “

Vala chuckled gently at the young lords frown.

“How about you give it a try, young master , and see how it goes. “

Zabu rolled over on the picnic blanket.

“In four days my new bow master is coming as well .” Zabu said, laying flat on the ground, his face inconsolable.

“It’s gonna be a lot of work. “

The future lord of house Vedro ,

was lazy.

Vala looked over the young lord thoughtfully. She supposed when one had beamed all thier problems away since a babe , it was hard to maintain drive. Even still , she thought looking over the young lords collapsed figure , this was no good. She coughed twice. "Ahem, Ahem,"

“What about your revenge , young master ? Your father has arranged for you to break from the War School to prepare, no? " She tilted her chin placing a finger upon it, the light of the sun falling off her umbrella gracefully daylight poured upon her. "You wouldn’t want to waste the time .”

At the mention of revenge , Zabu felt a boil in his chest and climbed to his feet , cating his eyes upon the pictureesque Vala , her liveliness swaying in the wind, “Fight on young Master !” she yelled.

Zabu felt his heart beat twice, now his heart boiled for two reasons . Zabu blinked as an extraordinary thought hit him. That must mean he was twice as strong .

And so he began .

His first strikes were all wrong . They were slams and not swings , just like yesterday . He couldn’t see the line to tell him so, but he could feel it.

It was all wrong. So he focused on the pull and push of it again .

Swish!

He felt on his sixth attempt.

Zabu smiled . He remembered the feeling. Now he just had to keep doing it …….. how many times did he have left again.

He turned towards Vala.

“Could you count? “

Vala smiled . “Yes young master , you have 378 left. “

Zabu was shooketh, ‘Vala’s smart he thought. ‘

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‘Maybe he should look at her softness more carefully from now on………naaa. ‘

And so the young lord kept swinging.

Around 50 he tired . His breaths became labored , his stamina was sapped , and now he realized he could feel the weight of all of the swinging from yesterday.

Zabu’s swings stopped for a second …. maybe he would take a break.

“Fight o young master . Only 28 left. “

He turned to Vala leaning over in excitement, her mounds swaying in the sun.

He fought on .

At 100 he let his sword droop , stopping for breath . He paused , exhaled then decided to fall in the grass.

“Umu. “ he said as waves of warmth rolled over him. It felt kind of good.

“Good job young master .” Vala said laying a small grape upon her tounge .

"Want one ?"

And so Zabu took a break to eat grapes . As he did , the wind blowed from his left sending a fine breeze over him and coincidentally turning his head to the direction of a flower.

The flower was taken by the breeze , it’s stem being thrown to the right as fast as it could take.

The wind stopped , and the flower whipped back. Then the flower was still.

Zabu jumped up. That was it!

Once again He was ready to swing his sword but now a new thought had taken him. ‘He had to throw it!’

And so he tried . He pulled his body back and threw it a few times .

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Well that couldn’t be right Zabu thought. The Swish slash sounded better than the Swoosh. It felt wrong too, almost like the slam.

Maybe he had to throw , differently?

Like , instead of throwing his body. He had to throw his sword. How would he do that though………………..He had no idea.

He couldn’t fathom it.

So he stopped trying too. He would feel it out. His sword swung over and over as he tried to ‘throw ‘ his sword forward differently. It was hard work for the young lord and soon his breath began to fall in heavy pants and his arm began to tire , his wrist in particular felt tired of gripping the sword and so he loosened his hold on it.

Swish.

It was more silent than the other swish. Very silent in fact. But it felt right.

“Ahhh.” He heard Vala say. “ That one was fast.

Zabu stoked his hearts flames at that . If his suns thought it was right .

Then it had to be .

Zabu didn’t even notice when he got to 250. Instead he was bordering on a realization in his head . One he was close to understanding but not quite . His concentration slipped then , as his mind was tugged away from his sword and put back into his head.

And he almost felt his blade fly from his hand . Zabu paused . That never happened before . Why were his wrists so loose ?

He shook his wrist and watched as the blade choppily fell into his hand .

That must be key to his throw .

A loose wrist .

And so with that in mind , Zabu resumed his swing once more . Keeping his wrist as loose as possible and yet taught, pulling his sword and yet swinging it, throwing his sword yet keeping it straight.

Slick.

The blade ring in pleasure as the sword fell.

Zabu liked the feel of that one a lot.So much so that he instinctively said the name of the slash .

“10 Won , Moon strike.”

Clap clap clap. “ ohhhh very nice strike young master . “

Zabu rubbed his head in embarrassment.

And so day 1 of Zabu’s 3 day training was over .