Sprig 508, 46th day 13th bell 4th chime
Robin was in the Northern Wildlands oncemore, he and his Da’s little private training ground where nature and whatever things they could scavenge being their training equipment. It was a habit that Robin, whether alone or with his father, would visit this spot with the intention to train his skills as a soldier. He loved it here, away from the decaying city that he called home….. it was private enough for him to train although admittedly like his home it was far from being a safe place. The Wilderness that covered the land around near Sunberth could be home to all mate of vile things, just like any other place, but Sunberth perhaps also had the largest concentration of raiders and bandits in the entire Sylira region. It was for this reason that travelling to Sunberth was dangerous, as there were no protectors against such threats lest you one was skilled in martial arts or hired those who were.
To Robin, such danger was a small price to pay for such rare privacy. Indeed he couldn’t be any more content as he swung about his axe in a circular motion, alternating his grip from left to right. He was using the training axe his father had provided for him, testing his own strength to see how long he keep it going. As he swung it about he would keep it moving using the axe’s own momentum that was generated by the weight of the axe head. It was easier said than done like so many things of course, for one thing he had to make it didn’t slip from his hands and fly off somewhere, in the same vein he also had to make sure he didn’t smack himself with it. A training axe was still a dangerous thing, while not a proper weapon just a single mistake could break his skull or one of his limbs. It was a scary thought to be sure, but the exercise was necessary to improve his control over the weapon, thus improving his mastery.
The constant movement, its motion repetitive just like swinging and striking the axe against the dead husk like he usually, would build up the strength in his arms. He needed that strength if he were to use his axe more effectively, he needed that strength if he were to pull the string of his bow more easily….However strength was not the only necessity, by doing this he pushed the endurance of his arms…. The constant motion would test not only strength but the ability to make that strength last as long as it could.
‘It will definitely last’ And with that the axe slipped from his grip and flew into a bush.
To Robin, such danger was a small price to pay for such rare privacy. Indeed he couldn’t be any more content as he swung about his axe in a circular motion, alternating his grip from left to right. He was using the training axe his father had provided for him, testing his own strength to see how long he keep it going. As he swung it about he would keep it moving using the axe’s own momentum that was generated by the weight of the axe head. It was easier said than done like so many things of course, for one thing he had to make it didn’t slip from his hands and fly off somewhere, in the same vein he also had to make sure he didn’t smack himself with it. A training axe was still a dangerous thing, while not a proper weapon just a single mistake could break his skull or one of his limbs. It was a scary thought to be sure, but the exercise was necessary to improve his control over the weapon, thus improving his mastery.
The constant movement, its motion repetitive just like swinging and striking the axe against the dead husk like he usually, would build up the strength in his arms. He needed that strength if he were to use his axe more effectively, he needed that strength if he were to pull the string of his bow more easily….However strength was not the only necessity, by doing this he pushed the endurance of his arms…. The constant motion would test not only strength but the ability to make that strength last as long as it could.
‘It will definitely last’ And with that the axe slipped from his grip and flew into a bush.
