you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
This morning's training session - until someone comes to join him, at least - involves Ronin hauling ass up one of the rope walls in the Dragon's Nest grounds. It's still too early for the sun to properly be on them, but that doesn't mean Ronin isn't already sweating it up a storm. He's been there since before dawn reached its fingers into the sky, ascending and dropping down and then trying to beat his own time, over and over.
He'd like to say that it is helping him feel better and focus, but the reality is that it will still be an hour or so before Ronin is even able to feel the burn enough for it to stop his mind whirring. So he merely focuses on everything he can feel; the cool air against his skin, the rope beneath his fingers, the sound of the wooden boards as he climbs.
He'd like to say that it is helping him feel better and focus, but the reality is that it will still be an hour or so before Ronin is even able to feel the burn enough for it to stop his mind whirring. So he merely focuses on everything he can feel; the cool air against his skin, the rope beneath his fingers, the sound of the wooden boards as he climbs.
RONIN
