Physically, Edrad was in near perfect shape. There was no need to train his body as of now, but his tactician skills were getting weaker and weaker. He hadn't trained his mind since returning to Hueco Mundo. He opened his bedside table and brought out his chess set. This was what he needed. He set it up on the table near the outcove where he stashed his T.V. two days ago. Playing against himself is something he was good at. He always tried to best himself and this is how he got started. A simple game of chess can become an all-out war. That is what he planed to do this evening.
8 Pawns
2 Rookes
2 Knights
2 Bishops
1 Queen
1 King
All played an important role. However some more important than others.
It was a simple chess set he was playing on, oak, the sticker on the back read. Each piece was hand carved and matched beautifully with the board. It was a work of art. Although through the years it had been worn down à cause de using it so much over the years. Each tile had it's own unique scratch mark from agressive plays by either himself or his opponent. He set the pieces up.
Pawns in the first row.
Rook
Knight
Bishop
Queen
King
Bishop
Knight
Rook
He set the other side up and started to play.