Chapter 92: aura
The class for Martial Arts Studies was different from other classes. It was large, and the floor was made of hardwood. Each class had their own martial arts class. It was made to ensure that the other students never came in contact with the other classes.
One thing that the Royal Academy pushed very well was hierarchy. They believed that the hurt feelings from being looked down upon made students push harder.
Quin walked to the training rack near him and pulled out a sword made of steel. It was slightly beat up, but the sword was still in good condition.
"Many of you have trained in whatever weapon you used since you were little, and you have gotten really good at it. Some of you have mastered your families’ special techniques and many other things.
But here and today, all of you will have to be trashing many of what you know. Because the only way to master a weapon truly is by the true understanding of the foundation.
So what all of you will have to be doing here will be training on your foundations. Because when you master it, you will be shocked at how better you get at fighting," Quin explained.
A boy raised his hand to ask a question, and Quin pointed at him. "What’s your question?" he asked.
"Mr. Quin, you said the foundation is more important. Isn’t the foundation simply made of some slashes and some footwork? How will any of that be better than using the techniques our families have crafted over the years?" the boy asked. Some students nodded in agreement; they resonated with the question.
"Hmm, I see, you called them simple slashes and simple footwork, but all that tells me is that you never really learnt swordsmanship or how to use the weapon that you used," Quin said. He raised the sword into the air, and just that motion made the wind inside the room kick up.