Chapter 39: The First Mission (1)

Chapter 39: The First Mission (1)

The first day of class was exponentially more enjoyable than anything to date.

Before the assessment, having Katayoun only a few cubits away in class would have been profoundly distracting. Now, though, it had a different effect. Instead, knowing she was nearby somehow made it easier to stay focused.

The smaller class size made things more tolerable as well. It felt different having the teacher right there looking you in the eye. Mystic Rabyas style of lecturing helped as well. She wasnt preachy, nor did she make cringy attempts at humor. Instead, she was dry and sarcastic.

The morning lecture, a time period when Xerxes would previously daydream or outright sleep, sped by. And when Mystic Rabya announced it was time to break for lunch, the students groaned.

I didnt realize I was that interesting, Rabya said. Ill try harder to bore you.

The Seers laughed as they gathered their materials and left.

Regroup here after lunch, Rabya called after them. I plan to make you cry during the practical training!

Yet another aspect that made things tolerable, and even fun, was the group of students itself. They were a diverse bunch from a variety of starisles. Of the fifteen students who made up their class, three pairs shared a home planet. Jad and Enusat; Teucer and Lax; Katayoun and Kishar. All of the other Seers were lone representatives. Despite that, the entire group immediately clicked. They had a similar sense of humor. They seemed interested in the same things. And nobody annoyed anyone else.

The short-haired ones are the smart kids, Jad noted during lunch.

Arwia and Kuri? Xerxes said before stuffing his mouth full of spiced lamb.

Yeah, Jad replied.

Why the ell do Al-Ga mages shave their eads? Enusat asked.

Ask them, Kashtiliash said.

Jad nodded. Good point. Just ask. They seem pretty normal. Not all smart kids are, you know.

Enusat sniffed. Yeah. Like Randy Gandy. No offense, Xerk, I know you and im go back.

Its fine, I get it, Xerxes said. Gandash has always been a bit of a stiff.

Kashtiliash sucked a lamb bone clean. True. He flaunts money. Annoying.

Come on, hes not that bad, Xerxes thought. But he didnt want to create tension with his new friends, so he just put some more food in his mouth.

By this point, it was becoming clear that though Kashtiliash had been voted the leader of the Swordmasters, it was really Jad that everyone looked to for leadership. Forget Randy Gandy, the tall mage said. Then he looked around, lowered his head and quietly said, Were in a bad situation here.

Oh? Kashtiliash said.

Yeah. If youve been paying attention, you probably noticed that the boy-to-girl ratio around here is pretty even. I mean in general. But our class got shafted. We have ten bros and five broads. Of course, one of them is taken already.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

The redhead belongs to Xerk ere, Enusat said. Thats set in stone.

Hey guys, I have a question, he said.

Oh? Jad replied.

Did any of you notice a place that sells longswords at the bazaar?

Nope, Kashtiliash said.

Jad rubbed his chin. Now that you mention it, I didnt either. I saw some shops selling weapons. But no longswords.

Mystic Rabya probably knows the best places to go, Enusat suggested.

That afternoon, practical training focused on horsemanship for the first half, then weapons for the second half. During that second half, Mystic Rabya gave the class members their choice between generic training options, and joining her and the Humusi Swordmasters for focus on longswordsshe didnt actually call them the Humusi Swordsmasters though. When Mystic Rabya made the offer to the other students, Xerxes snapped off a quick prayer to the Monad, asking that Katayoun join the class. He wasnt completely convinced that the One Faith was right about the Monad, though, so he repeated the prayer and addressed it to the Pontifarch as well. Just in case.

In the end, neither prayer seemed to do much, as Katayoun joined the rest of the class for ordinary training with an Unsighted colonel from the army.

Well damn, Xerxes thought. Screw you, Monad. And screw you too, Pontifarch. Youre both useless.

As they got in line and started doing warmup exercises, Enusat asked about where to buy longswords, and Rabya rattled off a list of eight dealers. Five were in the bazaar, but only two of those were what she called licensed dealers. And the shop she recommended was outside the bazaar, on the other side of the city.

Ill take you there one day, she said. But for now, well be using wooden practice swords from the armory and nothing else. Lets go through some basic stances and guards. I want to see what we have to work with. Start in Longfacing.

The Swordmasters held their swords out in front of them.

Jad, she said, keep the pommel pointing toward your midriff. No. No, higher. Yes, good. Xerxes, look at your feet. Do you see that?

He looked down at his feet but wasnt sure what she was talking about. Uh.

She stepped over, squatted, and put her sword flat on the ground. Then she slid the blade along the ground next to his lead foot. The tip quickly bumped into his back foot, near the heel.

Now do you see? she asked.

Right, he said, scooting his back foot out to make room for the sword to slide all the way through.

Good. You should be able to make a line like this and not be stepping on it. The way you were standing before was unstable.

After making numerous minor corrections to their stances, postures, and general ways of moving, she had them spar.

Jad versus Kashtiliash.

Teucer versus Enusat.

Rabya versus Xerxes.