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As they ventured deeper and deeper into the cave, the wind pressure gradually got higher and higher, slowly hindering their movements. Not enough to be of to much of a problem though, as they could still walk relatively easy.
The wind then turned into a gentle breeze, like they were being embraced. The wind that slowly enveloped their bodies then turned into an aura.. A wave of intense will swept over them, alarming them that somebody was standing not to far away.
They reached the center of the cave, the grunts becoming clear and concise as the source of the aura became visible to them. "Ha.. Ha.." She let out grunts of fatigue and pain as she swung her sword constantly.
Rory's sheer focus nearly made them all stare in awe. She didn't ignore them, she just couldn't see or hear them, she was far too dedicated to this task, as if it was her life's work. Whether she was training or simply wasting time, they could not know. But the look in her eyes..
It held a mixture of despair, and a desire to cover up the despair. A desire to dedicate oneself to a singular duty, a singular task. As a child, the blade was all that Rory ever knew. She had nothing but the feeling of a sword within her grip, and that was what made her calm, it was what made her whole.
To calm the darkness that welled within her, she needed something to dedicate herself to, swinging her sword was exactly that. In a way, the act of swinging a sword was her very first love.
"Ha.. Gh-" She wavered slightly, but soon continued to practice her swordsmanship. She had no flaws in her stance, the swing of her wooden blade making it seem as if she was dancing to a tune that they just couldn't seem to hear.
The wind then turned into a gentle breeze, like they were being embraced. The wind that slowly enveloped their bodies then turned into an aura.. A wave of intense will swept over them, alarming them that somebody was standing not to far away.
They reached the center of the cave, the grunts becoming clear and concise as the source of the aura became visible to them. "Ha.. Ha.." She let out grunts of fatigue and pain as she swung her sword constantly.
Rory's sheer focus nearly made them all stare in awe. She didn't ignore them, she just couldn't see or hear them, she was far too dedicated to this task, as if it was her life's work. Whether she was training or simply wasting time, they could not know. But the look in her eyes..
It held a mixture of despair, and a desire to cover up the despair. A desire to dedicate oneself to a singular duty, a singular task. As a child, the blade was all that Rory ever knew. She had nothing but the feeling of a sword within her grip, and that was what made her calm, it was what made her whole.
To calm the darkness that welled within her, she needed something to dedicate herself to, swinging her sword was exactly that. In a way, the act of swinging a sword was her very first love.
"Ha.. Gh-" She wavered slightly, but soon continued to practice her swordsmanship. She had no flaws in her stance, the swing of her wooden blade making it seem as if she was dancing to a tune that they just couldn't seem to hear.