Rey De-Heavens (English)

7.2

Rey nodded with his gaze and putting aside that which he could not control, calmly added the following words:

"When will we start with the training?"

Heroclades, opening his eyes as if they wanted to pop out of his face, put a hand to his beard and began to remember. He wanted to be sure if he had warned the little one how rigorous the training would be. For someone normal, if something would be rigorous and painful, it was natural for him to try to avoid it as much as he could.

"Don't you have any questions before we start?"

"Murderous intent?" he asked somewhat confused.

Heroclades couldn't help but be surprised.

"I almost forgot! You'd better get those intentions under control before your father comes. Let me explain something to you. Pay attention because it won't be easy at all."

The master raised his fist in the air, darkened his gaze and let out a whole bloodthirsty aura, which made the little feline's hair stand on end."

"Murderous intent in someone is like the intimidating appearance of a weapon. Take for example the edge of a sword, the size or the design. These are things that make you intimidating, and say to others 'I only exist to do harm,' don't they?"

The tan-skinned gentleman returned the impression emanating from his body to normal and continued speaking.

"It's the same with murderous intent. It's the impression your body creates to let whoever sees you know that you're willing to do harm if they touch your blade. Advanced fighters read the killing intent of enemies. They can even sense if they are being watched and, as is common, prepare in advance for a possible attack."

Rey, interested in the subject, looked down at his hands:

"Like when you raised your hands with open palms. It looked more like an unintimidating melee defense posture to defuse the situation."

Heroclades, pleased by his disciple's insight, said:

"Indeed... A sword will never cease to be a sword, and even if its edge is not the best and it is all rusty, it will remain what it is. But when a sword is inside its sheath or a box it is less intimidating, and that is the secret to being able to control your murderous intentions."

"What am I supposed to do?" asked Rey in a dutiful tone.

Heroclades could tell that, although his disciple was as arrogant and haughty as he seemed, he was also someone who coveted ways to grow stronger.

"I, once stood where you now stand. I have the experience you need, but it doesn't mean I have a good way to teach it. What I do and think with my killer instinct is like moving my arm. I have already lived so much that it has become like second nature to my body. I must confess to you that it is not easy for me to explain something that I can do naturally. In order for you to understand and progress you will have to follow my instructions without question. Well, I guess with this in mind, I more or less have an idea of where we start with your training...."

The tan-skinned fellow thundered his fingers to continue:

"Your goal will be to survive, but mine will be to make you feel. Take a seat, this is a good place" Rey obeyed. "Cross your legs, keep your spine straight, close your eyes and take a deep breath".

The little boy followed to the letter what he was told.

"Sitting quietly is the best time to meditate. Meditation is the first step in becoming aware of your thoughts; once you are aware of your thoughts, you can understand your feelings; by understanding your feelings, you can control your mind; with control of the mind, you can control your body; and with control of your body, your present, your past and your future.