trees swayed nonchalantly in the gentle breeze, and the crystal hovering over the entire city was beginning to emit a brighter and brighter light. He took a deep breath and let himself go at a light jog around the estate. He wanted to warm up a bit before reaching the training ground. He didn't impose too fast a pace on himself, but when he reached the place he decided that he would do a few more rounds around the designated area. He then stretched a bit and prepared to exercise.
First, he practised the basic movements simulating cuts and attacks, trying to get an even better feel for the balance of the blade and how it cut through the air. He switched several times from one-handed to two-handed grip and back again, while changing stances. When he had done the full series of exercises he was used to he felt some sort of subtle change, a slight hesitation when he already wanted to holster the weapon and do some more running or some strength exercises. He squeezed his grip tighter and closed his eyes. He concentrated on his energy and sank into his source. When he looked ahead again he was standing in the middle of darkness surrounded by a sphere of light. He tightened his grip more firmly and once again, just as with the first contact, new techniques appeared in his mind, ones that had been suggested to him by Gler'thys itself. With a little hesitation, he lifted the blade and placed it in the first position. He had no idea how, but he knew that beyond the source he had done exactly the same thing. With a slow, very precise movement he began to follow what the sword was telling him. He performed each form by moving as slowly as he could. With each successive technique he could feel his muscles working, moving to the rhythm of his steps, each movement harmonising with his slow breathing. No rush. He could see each successive movement he was about to make, and at the same time he knew exactly
