[SE] [Training] following the patterns

Deimos

All the worries and concerns about looking silly as one learned made him snort. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard such sentiments, nor would it be the last, but it was a frustrating aspect that often came from beginning pupils – and why some never returned. Such an expectation shouldn’t have even been permitted; not when there were so many other notions, semblances, and roles to achieve. He’d had that drilled into his head from a young age, from both his parents, and any high ranking officer, as they went through their modes and methods, skirmishing for an eventual battlefield. Still, his rumble was softer. “Perfection is not achievable. Nor should anyone expect anything close to prowess on initial practices. That is what training is for.” With a smile, he ventured on, watching as she snagged at a staff.

Walking towards a target not in use, he arched his brow at the sentiment. “True. Though that is why we start with wooden weapons for everyone.” So no one lost a limb in early ventures. “Normally I would teach you the right stance first, but we should likely warm up before then.” Most came with stars in their eyes and dreams in their mind, and left with stiffened, aching muscles after the first few minutes.

With that said, he began doing the same, stretching out his limbs, rotating his shoulders, and going through a variety of motions and maneuvers with his legs to ensure nothing would be pulled or mauled in the proceedings.

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