Liza's Training

"Listen up Liza, the spear is an extension of your arm. Sharpen your senses until you can feel to the very tip of the spear. If you can manage that, you will be able attain the secret art of the Mana Edge, just like our ancestors--."
Recently, I've been reminded of my grandfather's words every time I swing my spear.
"--Liza. Your father's spear is powerful, but his movements are still too rigid. A true spear-master must be 'tranquil'. Each swing of their spear is so natural that none shall be able to even see their movements. If only I could show you the divine arts of the spear-master Gurugapoya..."
Back then, I did not understand grandfather's words.
I had thought he was just rambling as usual--.
"Liza, I see you're working very hard tonight."
"Master-- Did I perhaps interrupt your sleep?"
While I was on night watch, I kept myself awake by practicing with the spear. However, I may have gotten too caught up in the training and made too much noise.
My face becomes pale as I turn to ask Master.
"Nah, it's about time to swap."
As I wipe my sweat with the towel that Master handed me, I feel slightly ashamed.
This young Master is much too kind to us slaves.
"Can I borrow the spear for a bit?"
"Of course."
I normally don't allow anyone else to touch my cherished spear, but Master is the exception.
This spear is what Master made for me when I had absolutely nothing.
"Alright, excuse me."
Master takes the spear from me and assumes a stance.
--His form is completely natural.
It's as if he isn't even trying, but he still has no openings.
He swings the spear, but the spear itself moves as if it was flowing from one form to the next.
I recognize the movements since he is copying the training I was doing earlier.
"--!"
I let out a silent gasp.
This must be the perfect form, the divine arts of the spear.
The ultimate techniques that grandfather was talking about.
Despite the quick movements of the spear, the air is completely still. There are no vibrations in the ground as his feet touch the earth.
"Ah..."
Master's spear dance only lasted for a few moments, and I let out a regretful gasp.
How long would I have to train before I can hold a candle to that?
The path of the warrior truly has no end--.
"I guess just copying you isn't good enough. My thrusts are lacking in strength."
"That's not true, it was truly impressive."
Master seemed slightly embarrassed as he handed the spear back to me.
Right now, I'm nowhere near that level-- But, I've burned those arts into my eyes.
I don't know how long it will take, but I'll make sure I reach him!
As I gaze at Master's back, I silently make an oath upon my partner, the black spear.