[ And while Ayaka busies herself with fetching a suitable blindfold, Cloud continues to ponder Ayaka's words as he goes through the motions of swinging his sword. Practiced, competent swordplay that in due time, will begin to take on a different path from the heavy-hitting nature of his SOLDIER background. His form on the surface is impressive enough, yet beneath it all...is everything that Ayaka has already foreseen and witnessed. A sense of detachment, so it was up to Cloud to learn how to understand his weapons. Who was he to judge what was the right or wrong way to train? She would never lead him astray.
Even as he was moments away from being literally left in the dark. When she returns, he nods and returns the bokken to its invisible sheath at his waist (weeb) as he holds it at his side. Obeying her, the blond takes a seat close to the same spot Ayaka was in, looking over his shoulder and back, he nods before closing his eyes. ]
More fluidity...
[ His head only slightly jostles when she works to tighten the handkerchief around the back of his head. Even with his heightened and focused sight? He can't see through the layers, only a vague sense of light from the natural daylight they train in. It's snug...and as he lifts a blinded hand up the back of his head, if he finds her hand still there, he'll take hold of it for a second before he lets go. Otherwise, it's to test how well she bound him. Sure enough, as snug a fit as it is... ]
Not at all.
[ It doesn't hurt at all! A cool sigh looses from his lips, pushing himself to his feet before he starts to walk ahead into the opening all by himself. He walks with confidence, whilst in his head he counts up to seven steps. An approximation of where he is, and sure enough, Ayaka wasn't teaching a complete novice. He's near the center of their battleground. He doesn't return to his former stance yet, instead keeping an assertive hold upon his bokken as he calls out to Ayaka. ]
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Even as he was moments away from being literally left in the dark. When she returns, he nods and returns the bokken to its invisible sheath at his waist (weeb) as he holds it at his side. Obeying her, the blond takes a seat close to the same spot Ayaka was in, looking over his shoulder and back, he nods before closing his eyes. ]
More fluidity...
[ His head only slightly jostles when she works to tighten the handkerchief around the back of his head. Even with his heightened and focused sight? He can't see through the layers, only a vague sense of light from the natural daylight they train in. It's snug...and as he lifts a blinded hand up the back of his head, if he finds her hand still there, he'll take hold of it for a second before he lets go. Otherwise, it's to test how well she bound him. Sure enough, as snug a fit as it is... ]
Not at all.
[ It doesn't hurt at all! A cool sigh looses from his lips, pushing himself to his feet before he starts to walk ahead into the opening all by himself. He walks with confidence, whilst in his head he counts up to seven steps. An approximation of where he is, and sure enough, Ayaka wasn't teaching a complete novice. He's near the center of their battleground. He doesn't return to his former stance yet, instead keeping an assertive hold upon his bokken as he calls out to Ayaka. ]
Ready to begin.