517th Summer AV, 17th of Summer, 8th Bell
If the Kendoka Sasaran judged him skilled but lacking, the Tuvya would in turn judge him lacking but full of potential. Unlike and like the Kendoka the Tuvya Sasaran did not have the sound of wooden weapons but it did have the same zeal and amount of sparring one would come to expect. Its doors slid open rather than swung close, the walls were thinner than thicker but the air of purpose that permeated it was still the same as its fellow school.
When he’d arrived earlier and glanced about he could see all the punching and kicking thrown about, along with some grappling, tricky moves and some moves worthy of a Sunberth citizen in the mix of it all. However the one thing he’d notice after sitting about a while and just watching was one thing;
They were all different styles.
He had no names for them, he’d no points of their origin, if the Akalaks developed them or gathered them about. But for certain he was sure that of what he saw that for each group of Akalak’s training in a style, another was practicing one that was minutely different and somewhere else there was another that trained in one that deferred radically.
It was impressive to see.
Robin looked down to his own fists, specifically that of his knuckles, and felt rather self-aware that he’d hardly bloodied his knuckles the way the people here seemed to be doing. It was the epitome of manliness! It set a flame in his soul that spoke of mind-numbing training purely of the joy of polishing his skills! It spoke of the true romance that could only be spoken through a man’s two gods-given fists!
Yes, it spoke of a MAN’S ROMANCE!
He blinked as he realized at where his thoughts were going, and suddenly flinched as if his fists caught on fire. Much as he enjoyed polishing his skills, he didn’t want to tread on the road of fantastic epics and myth. He didn’t recall any but he knew they were larger than life to put it politely.
Still that flame within was still going and he’d stick to that rather than the other.
Thankfully he’d be focusing it soon enough and as he approached one of the Akalak’s, one who’d help with developing his physical endurance as movement. Indeed he found his thoughts interrupted by an Akalak placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Seen enough, have you?” Came the question, the Akalak literally looking down on him. Robinson gave a friendly nod, trying to hide the fact he was startled but the finger tapping at his side gave him away amongst other things.
Despite the firm expression there was a twinkle in the Akalak’s eyes, stifling a chuckle as he gave Robin a nod of his own “Good, good. Then come, we have a little test for you. An evaluation of your form and a… lesson? Yes a lesson” Came to cryptic words, which had Robin raising a brow.
’Why’s a bad feelin’ creepin’ up there?’
When he’d arrived earlier and glanced about he could see all the punching and kicking thrown about, along with some grappling, tricky moves and some moves worthy of a Sunberth citizen in the mix of it all. However the one thing he’d notice after sitting about a while and just watching was one thing;
They were all different styles.
He had no names for them, he’d no points of their origin, if the Akalaks developed them or gathered them about. But for certain he was sure that of what he saw that for each group of Akalak’s training in a style, another was practicing one that was minutely different and somewhere else there was another that trained in one that deferred radically.
It was impressive to see.
Robin looked down to his own fists, specifically that of his knuckles, and felt rather self-aware that he’d hardly bloodied his knuckles the way the people here seemed to be doing. It was the epitome of manliness! It set a flame in his soul that spoke of mind-numbing training purely of the joy of polishing his skills! It spoke of the true romance that could only be spoken through a man’s two gods-given fists!
Yes, it spoke of a MAN’S ROMANCE!
He blinked as he realized at where his thoughts were going, and suddenly flinched as if his fists caught on fire. Much as he enjoyed polishing his skills, he didn’t want to tread on the road of fantastic epics and myth. He didn’t recall any but he knew they were larger than life to put it politely.
Still that flame within was still going and he’d stick to that rather than the other.
Thankfully he’d be focusing it soon enough and as he approached one of the Akalak’s, one who’d help with developing his physical endurance as movement. Indeed he found his thoughts interrupted by an Akalak placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Seen enough, have you?” Came the question, the Akalak literally looking down on him. Robinson gave a friendly nod, trying to hide the fact he was startled but the finger tapping at his side gave him away amongst other things.
Despite the firm expression there was a twinkle in the Akalak’s eyes, stifling a chuckle as he gave Robin a nod of his own “Good, good. Then come, we have a little test for you. An evaluation of your form and a… lesson? Yes a lesson” Came to cryptic words, which had Robin raising a brow.
’Why’s a bad feelin’ creepin’ up there?’