Another day, another sequence, another set of bruises to take home and into the next day. It was repetitive and frustrating, but that was how you grew. There was no growth in complacency or taking the easy way out. Knowing that, Aveline pressed on.
There was also that sinking thought that if she slacked off in her training the people she was meant to defend in the future might die. So, no pressure.
Still, it wasn’t so negative, even if being pushed to her limits had a way of bringing out that line of thinking in her. Aveline had grown a lot, she could feel it. Even these past few weeks of Kashyyk, she had seen significant growth. She was far from mastering Shii-Cho, she knew that, but she was getting the hang of it. The same mistakes she’d done so frequently before were almost eliminated from her game.
Still… Shii-Cho was just the first form, the most basic. There was still so much she didn’t know… So many exciting forms.
She twirled the training saber in her hands, mimicking the strange and foreign stances she had seen the masters do.
Aveline was by herself, more or less, in one of the many training guardens of the Silver Rest temple. Today had started with group practice, guided by one instructor. Following that, a few sparring sessions with fellow Padawans. Many had left after that, or gone to other sessions. She had stayed behind, revising the lessons of the today, going over her mistakes, trying to polish her form.
