Post by Erek Blackmore on Aug 29, 2017 22:59:41 GMT -5
Erek had come to do his daily training of Frey knocking the girl around, but sadly, today she was too busy-- too much work pouring in that she had to handle, and so he was instead practicing by himself. Erek had been training the girl repeatedly, it was helping hone his own degree of skill as well. It had become no secret that the man was working toward the title of Sternritter officially now-- though rumors had circled that he had been for quite a long time due to spending so much time with Freyleif training with her, and helping the girl move past her emotional barriers.
But now he had a far greater reason to take that step forward-- the infants that Frey had lost could very well spark a war, one that, frankly, the Quincy were not yet prepared to endure. They could flee, of course, but even fleeing and going into hiding would only be so efficient-- he had to take as many precautions as he could. He had to become stronger so that if worst came to worst-- he could keep Frey back, and save as many as he could without letting the girls rage drown the race in a sea of blood. He needed strength-- and even more importantly he needed to ensure the strength of others.
For that reason he had begun training others personally, and today was no different, the past few hours the Blackmore had spent his time cracking guards skulls and flipping them on their asses-- correcting their combat styles, offering advice on different techniques, helping them access better conditioning-- Erek had gained power, and quickly at that. He'd only had his powers a few months and yet he was stronger than most Quincy that had been with the Order years-- and though initially, that had spread jealousy, as it became clear that he hadn't been given some unfair advantage-- but that he instead poured as much time as he could into training and bettering himself, Quincy had begun to come to him in order to better themselves.
Now, he was calmly sitting with his legs cross in the center of the training room beneath the castle, reaching out with his senses carefully-- reiatsu sensory was not his preference, but he understood its importance. Similarly, this training was key to proper control over his reiatsu, and the reishi around him. This was evident, as the slow tendrils of smoke-like reiatsu would flow from his body, carefully controlling the output of his energy just above its neutral state-- a way he had found to slowly, steadily build his spiritual stamina even while he was technically "at ease" in order to rest and recover from his training.
The reishi around him slowly channeling into his body, sore from the constant training, mending the damage done to his muscles and form through his regeneration-- his eyes slowly opening as he felt the barest flicker of another reiatsu signature, one that he had felt ghosting around the grounds of the castle, but never actually had come in contact with it-- or rather, him. Frey had told him much about the man, but he was a private individual and he had yet to meet him. It would seem, however, that now was a point that they could finally interact-- and Erek's gaze slowly opened as his eyes searched over the room curiously, waiting to see if the man would show himself fully if he was even in the room at all.
It was difficult to tell-- perhaps if he had Freyleif's level of sensory he could-- but though he was certainly an expert in the feild, he wasn't anything beyond that. He would have to wait, and see.
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But now he had a far greater reason to take that step forward-- the infants that Frey had lost could very well spark a war, one that, frankly, the Quincy were not yet prepared to endure. They could flee, of course, but even fleeing and going into hiding would only be so efficient-- he had to take as many precautions as he could. He had to become stronger so that if worst came to worst-- he could keep Frey back, and save as many as he could without letting the girls rage drown the race in a sea of blood. He needed strength-- and even more importantly he needed to ensure the strength of others.
For that reason he had begun training others personally, and today was no different, the past few hours the Blackmore had spent his time cracking guards skulls and flipping them on their asses-- correcting their combat styles, offering advice on different techniques, helping them access better conditioning-- Erek had gained power, and quickly at that. He'd only had his powers a few months and yet he was stronger than most Quincy that had been with the Order years-- and though initially, that had spread jealousy, as it became clear that he hadn't been given some unfair advantage-- but that he instead poured as much time as he could into training and bettering himself, Quincy had begun to come to him in order to better themselves.
Now, he was calmly sitting with his legs cross in the center of the training room beneath the castle, reaching out with his senses carefully-- reiatsu sensory was not his preference, but he understood its importance. Similarly, this training was key to proper control over his reiatsu, and the reishi around him. This was evident, as the slow tendrils of smoke-like reiatsu would flow from his body, carefully controlling the output of his energy just above its neutral state-- a way he had found to slowly, steadily build his spiritual stamina even while he was technically "at ease" in order to rest and recover from his training.
The reishi around him slowly channeling into his body, sore from the constant training, mending the damage done to his muscles and form through his regeneration-- his eyes slowly opening as he felt the barest flicker of another reiatsu signature, one that he had felt ghosting around the grounds of the castle, but never actually had come in contact with it-- or rather, him. Frey had told him much about the man, but he was a private individual and he had yet to meet him. It would seem, however, that now was a point that they could finally interact-- and Erek's gaze slowly opened as his eyes searched over the room curiously, waiting to see if the man would show himself fully if he was even in the room at all.
It was difficult to tell-- perhaps if he had Freyleif's level of sensory he could-- but though he was certainly an expert in the feild, he wasn't anything beyond that. He would have to wait, and see.
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