Golden Era- A Thoughtless Sword

  Amost 7 years old

  "How do you walk. Is it on your toes? Do you use the ball of your feet? Do you slide your feet? What muscles do you use to lift up your feet? What muscles do you use to put them down? If you shift any of these things how much will it change the way you walk?

  If you had the power of ten men within you, you would snap your foot in half, simply by walking. I've seen it in person, it is a loud occasion. So with that being said, whatever you do, don't guide the haze within you, unless you become a grandmaster swordsman. "

  With a quick nod. Beast continued swinging his sword. He hadn't understood what would occur an hour ago, but now he was quickly gaining an understanding. This haze stuff was in everything. It just worked in its own way.

  He had never thought the key to generating Haze from himself would be exercise but in hindsight he supposed it made sense.

  He had never taken his father for a mage.

  "Oi Beast, your losing concentration. Keep it up your almost done. "

  Beast swung the sword for his thousandth time today. His arms burned and his shoulders hurt, so he began using his elbow to finish the swings. His hand cramped and his fingers were numbing so he changed his grip.

  The pain was unbearable almost, close to a numbing sensation. Almost close enough to make him stop.

  Almost.

  His eyes opened twice.

  The world of Haze emerged.

  With his senses sharpened the pain increased, from a dull burn to a lively fire. A fire he could feel all the way from the tips of his toes to his finger nails.

  The sword kept swinging.

  Eventually he arrived to a feeling past burn where his muscles simply became stuck and his bones couldn't follow through.

  Finally it occurred.

  From small pores of his skin a slight wave of smoke emerged gold and light.

  It was so light of a fog that it came in no way close to comparing with the grass, or the the trees, not even some of the birds he looked at in the forest since gaining the sight.

  He smiled. But he had something.

  His father's voice crashed into him. "It looks like your there. Try the technique. "

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  Beast feel into a thoughtless state, in his mind his sword fell forward and then his body followed.

  With simply the form in his mind and a light effort to move his body ,the sword fell in nearly perfect reflection.

  He thought up image after image, sword strike after sword strike, his body flowed into a continuous rhythmic chain of cuts, that launched at the speed of thought.

  His first technique of Haze.

  The thoughtless strike.

  Beast wasn't aware of it's notorious difficulty to aquire, but he did know it was usefull. Far more useful than he thought it would be.

  He had been training for some months and it was rare he was able to attain the state of mind to use it when he sparred with his dad, but when he did, he was able to react to most blows that came his way.

  Not only with sword, with space as well. A benefit that had taken him from the boy he was to a warrior in his own right.

  With it, he had finally become able to block her strikes.

  Three large claws scraped through the cave floor leaving a trail of thin lines. The cat bounded forward after the strike teeth falling with dangerous speed.

  With haze sight I saw it before it landed and blocked with space. Let, my body fall low and launched a blade with a full spin from above. The blade slid through like butter and the cat fell flat on the floor. Blood poured out of the cats wounds as it lay upon the floor , with a pop the cat dissapeared and in it's place fell a chubby squirrel lay on the floor defeated.

  I walked up to her.

  The tiger had been my training partner and the greatest shuffler I knew. She would be missed. I dropped to a knee and closed her eyes. With a hand over my nose I resisted a sniffle and wiped my eyes.

  "Oi Beast, what are ya doing. That's not how you tame a blessed creature. "

  I sniffled. "But pops, she's already dead. "

  "She ain't dead. Are ya girl? "

  A squirrel made a small sound in response.

  'Oh shit.'

  "Oh shit. Squirell your okay. "

  From below with one eye still closed the squirrel raised a hand and slowly , very slowly flipped out her middle finger, then began laughing and coughed out blood.

  "You'll have to bond quickly, before she bleeds out. Quickly, you'll need to cut your hand, and run your haze through the blood. "

  Skin open and leaking, with a slow pull the haze floated from hand unto my blood, mist falling into and being absorbed by the liquid.

  " Now she'll need to do the same. "

  The squirrel was already bleeding heavily. Beast wasn't sure if she was conscious let alone able to move haze to her blood.

  With a squinted eye the squirrel looked over me, and with a eye of begrudging acceptance a thick purple Haze much deeper than my small mist began to pour out of her body.

  A squirrel hand lifted wet with blood.

  I met it. "Nice to meet you pebbles."

  With a spiral of nearly clear haze that ripped into action our hand were held there, purple Haze was pulled into the spiral and onto me. Gold haze was pulled into the spiral and out into her.

  When it was done. The blood running down Pebbles, dropped from a river to a trickle. Her complexion regained it's life and her eyes now had a depth that betrayed a deeper intelligence. I picked her up and carried her, thinking of my mother and the salves she made for cuts.

  Pebbles the newly named squirrel looked up from my arms.

  "Welp. I guess I'm stuck with you skinny legs. "

  And so I got my taking squirrel.