Kendoka Sasaran, 4'th of Autumn, 341 AV
Nythis’ courage wavered as he stood on the sidewalk of the Kendoka Sasaran. He was in an agony of uncertainty and it didn’t help that Sithyn was nagging to rather go to the library in their precious free time.
The Akalak who had come to Erod and demanded that Nythis resume his training had been a master from the sasaran that he remembered from the days before. Erod had agreed rather quickly to the large blue Akalak’s request, even as the hunter threw Nythis a glare.
He didn’t want to displease the stern weapon master either. But he was afraid. He hadn’t practised in ages and there would be boys that he knew… Boys he had hardly talked to in the past two years. He clenched and relaxed his right fist in a steady rhythm, the too-tight scars on the back of his hand stretching taught with the motion.
He took a deep breath and and ran to the doors before Sithyn could change his mind for him.
Inside the training session had already begun. He was late. He swallowed as his entry caught the attention of one of the instructors. The Akalak pointed to the group lined up at the far end of the sasaran.
The babies? They wanted him to train with the babies? One of the little six year olds licked their finger and stuck it in their friend’s ear, who squealed. He looked at the instructor incredulously. The Akalak repeated the gesture before returning his attention to the older boys he was working with.
Reluctantly, he headed over to the group he had been assigned to.
“Ah, Nythis. Good to see you back. Get into line and let’s see if you remember your footwork.”
Nythis almost smiled when he recognized the voice of his first instructor. It was an animated voice, filled with the promise of games and unexpected trips to Semele park. The jovial red akalak reached down and ruffled his hair.
The six year olds fell silent. Nythis remembered himself and his scars and wondered how he could have forgotten. A sharp reminder from the instructor had them back to doing their exercise.
It was more difficult than he remembered. The series of steps that felt so familiar, yet managed to escape him somehow. He couldn’t get into the rhythm of the movement. He bumped into the boy next to him. He looked up at Nythis, his eyes growing wide before he backed into the boy next to him in his hurry to get away. Nythis glared, angry at the fear in the boy’s face. They went sprawling to the floor. It turned into a wrestling match in a moment before the instructor broke up the game.