"Yeah, you fit under a single category, but I should be in two," Anna said, walking closer to the floating text. She squinted, scrutinizing the words as if trying to pull more information from them. "One and three. If we can continue using that text, it would make things so much easier! We might even…" She hesitated, as if admitting something difficult. "Be able to spar more effectively, I think."
she really dosent want to spar, the thought of it makes her shiver, reading and learning is better, "knowledge/moves can be learned in the heat of battle other than that sparring is just revising of earlier moves, finding a different way to swing a sword dosent relate to anything, same thing can be said reading, main difference is the amount and way it is said, you are able to see a word in the lens of different men and woman, rain can mean the average occourence to a mere man, but The rain is so sad.
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"The manifestations are very simplified, but think of it like this: everyone falls under one of these categories—"
"Why can't I just ask the text?" Leonardo interrupted, waving his hand at the glowing script in the air.
"Because it's going to simplify it, and who knows how outdated that information is, you dimwit!" Anna snapped, her patience thinning. She took a deep breath, trying to reel in her frustration.
"So basically, the Story Skills are what make the difference, and the Attachment Skills that follow. Like, uh…" Anna pulled Elara over to stand beside her. "She has a wizard-type Story Skill. Lots of people have it, and it can fall into a single categories—or even double up sometimes—but it always includes Navigator to guide. However, the Attachment Skill is what varies.
Like, Astraea is also a wizard, but from what I've seen, she can only use her manifestations to create blasts, while Elara here…" Anna gave Elara a playful nudge, "can create things.
Navigator and Transmuter. Though it doesn't really change the state of the energy, it just changes its shape."
"So that should be enough, my mouth hurts now," Anna finally said, rubbing her jaw as if she'd been talking for hours.
"Wanna fight now?" Elara asked, a spark of excitement in her eyes. "I really want to try my new Unwritten Skill."
Leonardo raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were going to read—"
"I've been going to the boxing club after school," Elara said, ignoring him. She stretched her arms and legs, loosening her muscles.
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Then she turned, settling into a boxer's stance: her right hand tucked close to her chin, her left slightly extended, her feet balanced in a way that showed she knew what she was doing.
"Let's see how long I can use the skill," Elara continued, shifting her weight on the balls of her feet, ready to spring forward. "You did want to spar, didn't you?"
"What?" Leonardo barely managed to get the word out before Elara's jab came flying toward him.
It wasn't fast, but there was a surprising strength behind it, a focused intensity that made him instinctively flinch.
"Isn't this just fist-fighting?" Leonardo muttered, sidestepping the jab, but almost losing his balance in the process.
"Wait, wait!" he tried to protest, but Elara followed up with another jab, then a quick rear hook that connected directly with his chin.
The impact was real—sharp, precise, and it left a sting on his jaw.
"Wait, that actually hurt!" Leonardo exclaimed, rubbing his jaw where the punch had landed.
Elara's eyes widened, her playful demeanor instantly replaced by concern. "No way! Are you sure? I'm sorry—" She reached out, but Leonardo waved her off, stepping back.
"Yeah, I'm—" He started to reassure her, but as he moved backward, his foot caught on the dummy.
Before he could react, the dummy shifted and tackled forward, colliding with Elara. In a split second, Leonardo sprang forward, catching Elara before she could fall completely, twisting the dummy's grip off her with a swift move that mimicked wrestling techniques.
"That was my fault, but i did win" Leonardo admitted, carefully unhooking the dummy from her. He moved slowly, aware of the dummy's propensity to react violently if handled carelessly.
Elara's white shirt was smeared with dirt, and she sighed as she looked down at herself.
"I shouldn't have worn white," she muttered, adjusting her bandana that had slipped askew during the commotion.
Leonardo glanced at the training ground, his eyes drifting to the swords and equipment scattered around. "Today is the 30th of Tsugua. We have until this day next year to prepare."
"Thank the text for translating that," Leonardo said absentmindedly, examining the sword in his hand.
"How am I going to use this sword now? It doesn't even fit my sheath." He eyed the racks for a suitable sheath, annoyance creeping into his voice.
"Just switch it for another," Anna suggested with a shrug. "It's just a sparring sword anyway; it's blunt."
"I know," Leonardo sighed. "But if I had a sharp one, I don't think I'd trust myself holding it. anyway Blunt blades are always better. Imagine winning with one! Super cool."
"Alright then, we'll buy some below the tower," Anna said, then sighed. "But that's for later. You should go bathe."
"Bathe?" Leonardo looked at her incredulously, holding his sword and sheath. "I already bathed last month."
As he said this, something unexpected happened: the sheath seemed to stretch and envelop the sword, fitting perfectly despite its prior misalignment.
"What do you mean?" Anna asked, her attention diverted by the miraculous fit. She watched, perplexed, as the sheath molded itself to the sword with uncanny precision.
"Guess it isn't really limited to Navigators," Leonardo mused, hinting at the broader potential of weapons as extensions of their users.
"A good weapon can make your skills better, especially if your skills allow for it."
Implementation of skills, imbuing your skill, attribute into a sword.
Anna looked at him with newfound curiosity. "How did you learn that?" she asked, in a pure confused, state.
