And she’s been aching for some practice…
It’s been a bit since we met for some sparring. Jacob and I met very briefly the previous Monday, but the Friday gig had been getting so regular that my body was positively aching for some practice.
While it has been established that I’m not one for drilling with the gents, I understand the basic principles and how important it is. What it all comes down to is a matter of pride. I can admit that now. I’m too proud to drill with them. My methods are different. My beliefs are also slightly different.
It’s just the way it is.
I was lookin’ for a bruisin’, this I freely admit. But I’d been reading The Book of the Five Rings and there’s this part of me that is beginning to adopt the mental prowess of swordfighting just as much as the physical. I don’t know if I can articulate this thought, but I feel like even though I haven’t practiced and drilled as much as I should, the mental exercises I’ve been going over in my mind’s eye have been helping.
This requires careful study, practice, and reflection.
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