"He didn't do it by juggling a family, a governnt, responsibilities, trying to run a shop, or starting different hobbies. No, he gave all he had to the blade, expecting that his devotion would be rewarded in return. As it turns out, he stagnated for a decade, despite that dedication… But I still can't help but think it's at least the first step.
If you really want sothing to change, the first and most obvious thing is to give everything you have to it. That should at least give you so progress," Oliver said.
"But I already have," Lasha protested. "The sword… It's all I'm good at."
"Sothing tells that isn't true," Oliver said with a knowing smile. He looked to her retainers for confirmation, and reluctantly, Pauline agreed.
"My lady, in all your classes you're at least in the top three…" Pauline said.
Oliver nodded at that, smiling his agreent. "See, that's the difference between you and , Lady Blackthorn – and my father. Before he taught the sword, I had nothing."
He said that with such vehence that it startled her. It was a terribly bitter statent, filled with raw emotion. Behind his eyes there seed to lay the weight of incalculable experience, the likes of which she could not understand. Of course… Of course – his house had been destroyed when he was a boy. He had nothing. He'd lived with a father that the Stormfront did not even know was alive.
Just what kind of life must the two of them have lived together?
"The sword, for both my father and I, it was salvation. He chased it for salvation from Arthur's death, and I chased it because there was nothing else," Oliver said. "To co to , looking for tutelage… I don't know, Lady Blackthorn. It seems like you're asking the wrong sort of people. You grasp everything well, and you have a number of options available to you.
It's a bit different from the pressure of having no other path."
"So… you won't teach ?" Blackthorn asked, not quite understanding. "Or are you telling to give up everything in pursuit of excellence with the sword? Is that what you're telling ? Are you saying I haven't tried hard enough?"
It was the most she had ever spoken in a long ti. The most honest that she had ever been.
"No… Not really," Oliver said, stretching out his back. "You definitely shouldn't copy the kind of situation that my father and I got ourselves into. But those situations made us what we are, and I'm not sure if I can emulate the kind of tutelage that he gave . For one, I'm nowhere near the swordsman he was. And two, life here in the Academy is pretty damn cosy."
"She still seems confused," Verdant noted.
"Well – so am I," Oliver said with a sigh. "I don't have a clue what I want out of this. But father said that training was what got him through to the Sixth Boundary, so maybe in chasing the Third, training her will make feel sothing…"
"A note, if you would, Young Wolf. It is one thing discussing the Boundaries with just you and I… But with so many people, I would call it ill-advised. It is still a taboo, after all, for those from Claudia's church."
"I didn't hear anything," Peter said, cheerfully blocking his ears.
Alia and Pauline for their part seed as though they didn't understand the talk of Boundaries. Lasha knew – she'd overheard her father and her older brother discussing them – but she didn't let that on.
"Here's what we'll do then. There's ten minutes left. Why don't you go properly all out, and try and land a hit on ," Oliver said, returning to his position across from her. "This has been embarrassing for you already, hasn't it? You shouldn't need to worry about embarrassing yourself further. There's no one here to see.
Why don't you stop wearing that mask of yours, and show what you can really do?"
Lasha did not know what to make of the talk of masks, but regardless the opportunity that she had wanted had presented itself. The ti was short, and it had indeed been embarrassing revealing her desire, but that did not matter now. She would force him to teach her.
He indicated that he was ready, this ti focusing on her with his full attention. He knew a little more of who she was now, after all. So in a sense, he could see more of her. She wasn't just the aggressive girl that had sparred him so furiously the day before, but soone striving for sothing. It made her far more understandable to him.
This ti, Oliver went first. He saw Lasha's eyes widen at the sudden spring. Her style, after all, was based on furious attack. From Verdant's history of the Blackthorns – labelling them as a ruthless attacking force – he sought to see if that weakness extended to a lack of defence.
He didn't go all out with his speed. He didn't need to. His eyes were more on Lasha's booted feet. He wanted to see how her balance shifted when she was confronted.
Surprisingly, her step back was deft. Her balance was perfect. She must have had flexible hips, for she was able to move her feet close in at angles that he would have struggled with. It lent her a particular grace.
Now that she'd taken a step back, he pressed her, seeing what she could make of it.
He felt a sudden pang of danger. It hung in the air like a poison. It was the sa sense that he'd gotten walking through goblin territory. He knew following her that a trap was likely waiting, though he didn't know what part of his sense told him that.
The counterattack ga, as he had expected it. A sudden thrust, straight down the middle. From her favouring of rapiers, her thrusts were one of her best strikes, but this one was better than all the others that she had delivered. She did it with a fire in her eyes, a sneakiness.
Oliver grinned, seeing that sa trickery in her that he'd enjoyed in him. "Not such a coddled young Lady after all, are you?"
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