The sword song was the first lesson that Crevan had learned from his master and it was now what he tried to teach Kit. It was a rhythmic chant which accompanied movement of the sword. The key was to swing with the right exhales, not the one your opponent would expect. The nuance would take at least a year of daily practice before Kit could move to the next concept. In five years or so Kit would be able to move beyond a sword to other weapons or something in his off hand. Crevan had told him Kit his voice needed more work than anything else. Kit responded laughing saying he just needed a better song to sing.
A mandate from Alvin meant Crevan was free to start teaching at least three new pupils. This was an unexpected change since the king of Iseb had banned the school from teaching when Saj-graf had come under his domain. Yet with the monoliths protection gone, Alvin was willing to bring back the fighting style to protect the city and boost moral of his ward. In addition to the Forest Walker, Crevan had received an inept student named Zahar from the Ardent Order, and a young teenager by the name of Aryne. The other two pupils were not as eager as Kit to learn, and had not shown up today for their lesson. Aryne’s actions were slightly more excusable as his youth was as fault. Zahar would rely on the pressing needs of the Order as his excuse. It was a weak one as Crevan knew no such demands existed.
While going through the paces again, Crevan thought back to when he had been a teen. The Lyrical Legion had not been disbanded and the Saj-graf Marshal was more than just a spiritual seer. Volka’s master had had that privilege for only three years before Iseb had taken control. Iseb knew the spiritual leadership they provided was a strong symbol for Saj-graf. They toyed with destroying the Legion all together, but bid their time when the wounds of war were still fresh. In the end, only the position of Marshal was retained. Volka’s peers had been sent from the city to preserve the teachings. A few were still around and Crevan would need to find them to help build the ranks up again. Crevan only had some much knowledge and experience to pass on
Crevan smiled as he came back to the present. A young boy by the name of Groth trying to mimic the two of them. The lad was too young to take in as a proper soldier, but was now an aspiring apprentice under Crevan. It pleased Groth’s father to see him learn the old ways, and to have a strong interest in skills his ancestors had practiced. For now though Groth contented himself running errands and learning the laws of being in the Lyrical Legion. Crevan returned his focus to Kit.
“Again, and this time try not to butcher the refrain,” Crevan barked. He cleared his voice and started with Kit, “I strike when you make fit, but that is not where I hit”