Training & Understanding

"Boy are you still sleeping …. Ares' balls what kind of child do I have that thinks to sleep till the sun comes up, get up boy we have work to do."

This charming 6ft 7" tanned man with blond hair and shredded silly is the father of the boy I am currently within. My mother is quite tall at 6ft blond hair and toned body, after the beat down yesterday she nursed me back to health and immediately started lecturing me on what I did wrong in the fight and to not disgrace the family again in front of the instructor.

"Atredies it is time for your run and conditioning, join your father today so that you can experience what it is like to be a warrior" said my mother as I tried to get up while still being very groggy.

"Yes mother, I am on my way"

No there are no baths to be had until I have proven myself worthy to have them. Last night I came to learn of the memories of Atredies and contrary to reincarnation stories I did not fell any rush of information, I was like I have been living like this all my life and there is no fragmentation of memories or culture in my mind.

I got out of bed said 'water' in my mind to get some water to wash my face but nothing happened, I didn't think much about it as I don't have the time and my dad Percilus is waiting for me outside.

"Finally, you decide to show up, I will go light today so that you can get used to running …. hahah" laughed my dad which gave me a very bad feeling.

I am no stranger to running because I was trying to lose weight in my past life and running was key for me to do that, little did I expect we are to do a weapon load run that is shield, spear, and sword.

The shield alone is as big as my back down to my calves with it hitting my calves as I run a1½ meter long wooden spear in hand and a 2ft long sword on my hip, all the giggling and irregular weight distribution is making this jog harder than it was supposed to be.

We have been running for a while now, I tripped a lot and got scolded by my dad saying

"Your weapons are a part of yourself, do not try to find the center of your body without your weapon only be as one entity so you may move with purpose"

What he said made sense and I tried to follow what he said, but how can process holding a weapon even this body only started using them this month after he turned 5.

We are getting into the 4th km I was already on the verge of collapsing at the 3km mark but I pushed through, my vision is tunneling and I feel like my weight is over 100kg but I keep going as I know this is an opportunity.

"Hahah … good you have managed to hold on this long it is time to rest and recover" bellowed out the old man as he laughed at my current state.

After resting for about 5 mins he called me to the edge of the cliff facing the horizon saying

"Atredies we do not train and fight for the mere appearance sake, we do this to protect this land that we have. This is where we are born and shall be buried, we show our enemies that if they dare to fight us for this land, they shall suffer more than they shall gain. Engrain this in your mind WE ARE SPARTANS."

"A-HOO"

"A-HOO"

"A-HOO"

Shouts of response came from the beautiful city below us, I felt my blood boiling as I raised my hands and shouted in response. We start our jog back home as the sun has risen half-way to its peak where I could get some rest and prepare for my combat class.

My teacher is and instructor whom my mother called, Laicard is his name and he seems to be important as most wanted him to train their children.

I sat in the courtyard waiting for his arrival as always when I see him walk in, he looks at me nods and goes to the weapon rack to pick up a sword. I stood up and picked up my metal sharp sword, yeah not kendo wooden sword, he stands opposite me

"Begin"

We start by circling each other to which he nods, I thrust my sword towards his left, he side-steps and smacked the sword out of my hand with his.

"Pick it up, every strike should be dealt with a purpose, do not simply strike to get a hit, it must be to disarm, move to a favorable position, or kill."

I pick the sword again this time without pause I go for a sweep with my sword, he jumps back while I rush in for a stab at his thigh, he side-steps and circles around me striking downward towards me which I somehow manage to block with my back to him, he punishes this by then kicking me on the back throwing me to the floor, I roll forward barely dodging his next attack.

We continue with me trying to hit him and getting increasingly frustrated with his ability to dodge everything, leading to more mistakes and more bruises from his sword, fists and legs.

"You are letting your emotions rule your movements, your eyes do not need to look for your legs to take a step. Let your body move as it most effective form, read your opponent and anticipate their actions, you will need to practice your sword strokes more. Let us move on, SHIELD."

"Yes"

Picking up my shield I go with my shield in front covering my body and my sword on top ready to pierce. Stepping in one step at a time instead of striking I go for a bash with my shield he then steps towards my right while I strike with a pierce and he deflects my sword away from shield stomping my shield along with that.

'Uhrg' … my hand goes numb from that stomp, and I lower my shield exposing my head, next thing I see a fist enlarging in front of me

*pooww*