Chapter 50: The Unkind and Less Unkind Memories (4)
Hope did say the past was the past...But he could make an exception for this...circumstance.
He first began with the basics in training, moving his arm in smooth, deliberate arcs as the shield sliced through the air.
Swoosh!
Swish!
Light. It was very light.
Hope had held a sword before, especially when training with one of his commanding officers. So, he supposed he could imagine the same with his shield. Just. Smaller.
Much much smaller.
But after he did that for some time, as his hot breath blew like a pale cloud in front of him, he decided to merge himself into the memories from his training days. He would first catch them in his memory's sea, imagining specific moments in his past. He either replayed it or moved on to the next memory to train with.
But the sounds would always come first.
As Hope moved on to the next memory, there it was, the clash of steel ringing in his ear. The stifled grunts and barked words from his commanding officers followed after. And the current night which cloaked him and the city in its embrace was now fading as fluorescent lights started to split through the air. After came a high ceiling and a wide expanded room, shadowed figures being traced in the distance.
The process was just like how it was in the wasteland.