Skill Practice

Saying it rainy would be an understatement. It was pouring at full force. Vision was clouded, not only because of the trees, but because of the intense rain as well. The wind made the conditions even worse. It was quite cold and with the sky filled with dark colored clouds it didn't look like it would get any better any time soon. Tempest was standing on a branch of a big tree high up in the air. He took a deep breath as nostalgia hit him. With his eyes closed he thought back to his days here in the militia, where trained day in and day out, as well as learn all kinds of survival techniques. One of them to never neglect your training. Tempest didn't actually hated the ME that much. It was his home, after his previous one got taken away from him. He does, however, regret it to some point after the things he went through. After exhaling he slowly opened his eyes again. Rain was pouring on his hair, his face and his clothing, but he didn't care. Even though being soaked a small grin appeared on his face.

He slowly spread his legs as his hand moved to his sword handle behind him. He then dashed forward, launching himself of the branch towards another nearby tree. With his hand still firm on his sword Tempest simply waited for the right moment. He was nearing the tree fast as it looked like he was about to crash into it. Then at the last moment he drew his sword with a quick yet skilled movement marked the tree he was approaching. At that same instant he maneuvered himself to face away from the tree stationing his feet slightly below the mark he just made, as he then bounced of of the tree. Moving towards the ground, he slashes every incoming branch that were in his way. Upon landing Tempest skillfully bent his knees and made a small somersault across his shoulder over the ground to prevent any damage from the fall. He shielded his weapon back to his scabbard before landing, but his hand was still on his sword handle as he was patiently waiting, with his eyes closed deep in focus. Small tree branches were falling after Tempest and he slashed through as many as he could with simply quick sword draws.

Tempest opened his eyes again and looked around to see his result. "five out of seven", he said with a soft voice and signed. Though it wasn't a bad result he was expecting more out of it. Tempest let go of his swords and slowly walked forward moving on to his next training.

After few minutes of walking, Tempest came a across to his liking. His body felt cold, yet the feelings and memories he holds standing here were even colder. Tempest stopped right in front of the tree as he slowly grabbed his scarf with his left hand. Tightening his grib water rushed out of the scarf, only to get filled up again because of the rain. "Yuki", Tempest said with a soft voice as he started reminisce on the past with a pained faced.

After a standing completely still for a few minutes started, let go of his scarf and his expression returned back to normal. He once again moved his right hand towards his sword hilt. Completely focused on the tree in front of him, Tempest starts pulling his sword slowly out of its sheath. His sword halve way out of its sheath, Tempest now quickly draws and slashes his sword to the side. Water from the sword is splashing a few meters away from Tempest. He grabs his sword with his other hand for a firmer grib.

He then slashes the tree bark in front of him and in the that same motion he leaps towards the tree. Using it he now leaps to even higher heights and using thick branches along the way he keeps jumping higher and higher. After Tempest reach a high enough point he jumps of a branch. With both his hands grabbing his sword above his head, Tempest starts to spin. Making somersaults with his sword still above his head, Tempest is now like a spinning blade. As he descending at high speed to the ground Tempest is clearing its path cutting through every branch along the way.

Either because of fortunate timing or well planned predictions Tempest manages to perfectly land on his feet, Making sure to bent his knees to ease the impact of his fall. He slowly stands back up and signs in relieve. After slashing away another great amount of water of his blade he quickly sheaths his sword back into his scabbard.

Tempest looks back to the road he just flew as he measures the damaged he had inflicted. A small grin appears on his face, looking satisfied at his results turns his head forward again. Tempest felt a little sorry knowing what he did to this forest but felt great comfort knowing that it was nothing nature itself couldn't fix.

Tempest removed the scarf around his neck and wrenched it to removed some the soaked in water, even though he knew it would feel up quite quickly. Wrapping the scarf back around his neck Tempest decided this should be enough. He dashed away leaving the forest running as if he had rested the entire time.

(Exit)