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Ussej Stood in the middle of the training room set aside for himself and Mordecai Tolen Dagda. Again, he knew nothing of the Apprentice he'd taken on, which was just the way he liked it. It let him have no preconcieved notions about the person. Which, in his mind, made for better training.
But at the current point in time, he was waiting on Mordecai to arrive. He wasn't late, Ussej was just early. Most people would wonder just why he was early, considering the fact that he wasn't the Epitome of a Bendu. Well he simply wanted to try to live up to his father's name. That and the room was too bland for his liking.
Attached to one wall was a large desk, filled with his favorite books and records of the past. Those would come in handy for training. At least, his style of training. On the left wall, many different swords hung on display. Some were short, some were longer than he was tall, some required two hands, while others needed just one. But the biggest difference between the ones on the wall and the one he held in his hand, which in itself was just simply a normal sword and no longer than 3 feet, was that his was sharp and made to inflict damage. The weapons on the wall were dull and for practice use only.
On the right wall, there was merely fruits and foods of other kind so that they could continue practicing and take a break to eat if they needed one. With the fruits were two comfortable chairs so that the could sit while they ate. And on the wall that housed the door, only paintings were there. Paintings of famous Bendu, of Famous locations, and a framed copy of his Great-Grandfather's proverbs.
But all that was merely there and was not in the way. The room was large enough so that they would have plenty of space to actually train in. And for the moment, it looked too large. But that was for the moment. Right now, there was but one person inside the room, waiting for the second. And Ussej was taking advantage of his time without an Apprentice by moving slowly, dueling an imaginary enemy in slow motion. He moved his hands and sword carefully in time with his feet, imagining what his enemy would do in response to his movments and moving to respond to the imaginary foe.
But at the current point in time, he was waiting on Mordecai to arrive. He wasn't late, Ussej was just early. Most people would wonder just why he was early, considering the fact that he wasn't the Epitome of a Bendu. Well he simply wanted to try to live up to his father's name. That and the room was too bland for his liking.
Attached to one wall was a large desk, filled with his favorite books and records of the past. Those would come in handy for training. At least, his style of training. On the left wall, many different swords hung on display. Some were short, some were longer than he was tall, some required two hands, while others needed just one. But the biggest difference between the ones on the wall and the one he held in his hand, which in itself was just simply a normal sword and no longer than 3 feet, was that his was sharp and made to inflict damage. The weapons on the wall were dull and for practice use only.
On the right wall, there was merely fruits and foods of other kind so that they could continue practicing and take a break to eat if they needed one. With the fruits were two comfortable chairs so that the could sit while they ate. And on the wall that housed the door, only paintings were there. Paintings of famous Bendu, of Famous locations, and a framed copy of his Great-Grandfather's proverbs.
But all that was merely there and was not in the way. The room was large enough so that they would have plenty of space to actually train in. And for the moment, it looked too large. But that was for the moment. Right now, there was but one person inside the room, waiting for the second. And Ussej was taking advantage of his time without an Apprentice by moving slowly, dueling an imaginary enemy in slow motion. He moved his hands and sword carefully in time with his feet, imagining what his enemy would do in response to his movments and moving to respond to the imaginary foe.