Recuperation
I stood there trying to hold the sword in my right hand, it didn't seem to fit that well in it. This sword was made for my left hand so the grip wasn't a right fit. It was too heavy for my left arm now. I told my father to try and make me another one but it hasn't come around yet. I just wish he would hurry up with it. He told me if he makes me another on he is going to have to have it fitted for my right hand. But I don't want to fight with that hand. I was trained with my left hand and now I will have to start from nothing and everything.
"Shinara, are you paying attention?" Hannan asked. No I wasn't paying him the least bit of attention and I really didn't care. They had me out here doing expertises with him and they knew I didn't want to fight with my right hand but it was either that or give it up.
"Nothing." I told him. He looked at me. I mean really looked at me and I think he could tell I was lying.
"I know something is wrong because you aren't even getting the most simplest of things right. You are holding it all wrong that's why when you slash it twists in your hand. I know it doesn't fit well but you will have to try. Focus on your frustration and stop fighting me like a wimp." he stated. I snapped.
"A wimp? I'm fighting you like a wimp? Okay," I paused trying to calm myself down, "what hand do you fight with?" I asked him.
"Right." "Then give me your sword and you take mine then we will see who is fighting like a wimp." He looked at me with a smile, like her knew something I did. But my anger would let me do as much as smirk. So I took his sword and felt it fit as good as expected in my hand.
"Begin" So we began to fight and it was ok, but it wasn't going as well, he seemed to be fighting well and I have never fought with this arm, why was it so hard.
"I quit." I screamed. "Now when you try to trick me into losing, find out if I can fight with both hands." he responded after he put his sword down and walked away.
I woke up that morning with my new sword lying on my stomach. It was beautiful, just like my old one, only it was fitted for my right hand. I went outside looking for Hannan, so we could practice, but he wasn't in sight. So I decided to shadow train without him there. I got into my stage of fighting, where I was almost in a trance I was begining to get a little but accustomed to this one, it wasn't like it was new, just redone. Maybe this thing wouldn't be so hard. Maybe if I put my heart into it and stopped being scared, I would be able to continue this journey. It has already been put of 6 weeks I have to put my all into making us able to continue, with me.
When looked up after finishing my training I saw my father and Hannan standing side by side watching me with a look on their faces. Like they knew I had finally made peace with myself and knew that things would be way easier from now and they would be.
I stood there trying to hold the sword in my right hand, it didn't seem to fit that well in it. This sword was made for my left hand so the grip wasn't a right fit. It was too heavy for my left arm now. I told my father to try and make me another one but it hasn't come around yet. I just wish he would hurry up with it. He told me if he makes me another on he is going to have to have it fitted for my right hand. But I don't want to fight with that hand. I was trained with my left hand and now I will have to start from nothing and everything.
"Shinara, are you paying attention?" Hannan asked. No I wasn't paying him the least bit of attention and I really didn't care. They had me out here doing expertises with him and they knew I didn't want to fight with my right hand but it was either that or give it up.
"Nothing." I told him. He looked at me. I mean really looked at me and I think he could tell I was lying.
"I know something is wrong because you aren't even getting the most simplest of things right. You are holding it all wrong that's why when you slash it twists in your hand. I know it doesn't fit well but you will have to try. Focus on your frustration and stop fighting me like a wimp." he stated. I snapped.
"A wimp? I'm fighting you like a wimp? Okay," I paused trying to calm myself down, "what hand do you fight with?" I asked him.
"Right." "Then give me your sword and you take mine then we will see who is fighting like a wimp." He looked at me with a smile, like her knew something I did. But my anger would let me do as much as smirk. So I took his sword and felt it fit as good as expected in my hand.
"Begin" So we began to fight and it was ok, but it wasn't going as well, he seemed to be fighting well and I have never fought with this arm, why was it so hard.
"I quit." I screamed. "Now when you try to trick me into losing, find out if I can fight with both hands." he responded after he put his sword down and walked away.
I woke up that morning with my new sword lying on my stomach. It was beautiful, just like my old one, only it was fitted for my right hand. I went outside looking for Hannan, so we could practice, but he wasn't in sight. So I decided to shadow train without him there. I got into my stage of fighting, where I was almost in a trance I was begining to get a little but accustomed to this one, it wasn't like it was new, just redone. Maybe this thing wouldn't be so hard. Maybe if I put my heart into it and stopped being scared, I would be able to continue this journey. It has already been put of 6 weeks I have to put my all into making us able to continue, with me.
When looked up after finishing my training I saw my father and Hannan standing side by side watching me with a look on their faces. Like they knew I had finally made peace with myself and knew that things would be way easier from now and they would be.