We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Noah needed to blow off some steam. Having returned late in the night from Hotaru's place in King's End, the hunter had gotten very little sleep. He was agitated and restless, his muscles burning iwth the anger he felt within him. His thoughts had been pacing for hours and now his body followed.
By the time he reached the barracks, his jaw ached from how long he had kept it clenched. He hated seeing the Valkyrie in such a position. His hands flexed, aching for something solid to strike. Pushing through the doors, the hunter made his way to the training grounds. The barracks smelled of oiled steel and old sweat. He could already hear the sound of clashing metal and wood, and he knew there were warriors already beginning their assigned spars and trainings for the day.
He stripped down to the essentials and did not waste time with a warm-up. He needed the edge, the burn, the reminder that pain could be clean. The practice post shuddered beneath the first blow. Then another. And another. The training stripped the excess heat from his skin, pared him down to something functional and precise.
By the time he reached the barracks, his jaw ached from how long he had kept it clenched. He hated seeing the Valkyrie in such a position. His hands flexed, aching for something solid to strike. Pushing through the doors, the hunter made his way to the training grounds. The barracks smelled of oiled steel and old sweat. He could already hear the sound of clashing metal and wood, and he knew there were warriors already beginning their assigned spars and trainings for the day.
He stripped down to the essentials and did not waste time with a warm-up. He needed the edge, the burn, the reminder that pain could be clean. The practice post shuddered beneath the first blow. Then another. And another. The training stripped the excess heat from his skin, pared him down to something functional and precise.
NOAH
