Chapter 12: Sword Arts Training and Death?
"Son, come out for breakfast." Kranos was interrupted by his mother's voice. He sighed in disappointment as he glanced at the one-ninth completed time orb in his sea of consciousness. It seems I'll need another day to complete the first orb, he thought.
With that, Kranos quickly got up, freshened himself, and made his way to the dining room for breakfast. Even though he barely slept the previous night, he still felt refreshed. Kranos attributed it to the fact that he had almost stepped onto the path of cultivation and didn't think too much about it.
When the time neared 9:00 AM, a knock came at the door. Kranos rushed to answer it, already guessing who it was—and just as expected, it was his teacher.
"Good morning, Teacher," Kranos greeted politely upon seeing the familiar face.
"Hmm. Let's head to the training ground. Apologies for the delay," Donald said curtly. He didn't bother waiting to greet Kranos' parents—he could tell they weren't home. Since Kranos was already dressed, he followed Donald directly to the open training field.
This was the place where their usual training sessions took place. Finally, I get to practice sword techniques, Kranos thought. As soon as they reached the field, his teacher began demonstrating the moves.
"The basic sword techniques form the foundation for mastering the way of the sword. There are twelve core moves. Each one, when fully understood, gives your sword the semblance of life."
Donald raised his wooden sword and demonstrated as he spoke. "The techniques include: stab, chop, flick, swing, tick, slash, slide, and so on."
Once he finished, he turned to Kranos. "Did you grasp the movements perfectly?" he asked as soon as he was done.