[center][color=fff200]Aurelius Pendragon[/color][/center]

[i]Training[/i]

Sweat dripped to the floor like a leaky faucet. Aurelius's face was scrunched in pain as his forehead was covered in enough sweat to drown a village. His body shaking due to sheer exhaustion, hands blistered from holding practice katanas for several hours. Form, a word Akimoto had drilled into the young swordsmen's head, and thoroughly made sure that his body understood it too. Aurelius had never done training of this level before; Camelot training was very rigid and of one mind, Aurelius only ever branching out with his own style. Unfortunately that had even been too rigid for Akimoto's sensibilities, though Aurelius had known praise for his physical ability; specifically his agility and footwork showing that it was possible to fully learn what was being taught. Aurelius never sighed nor showed any annoyance, he was the dutiful student looking to perfect whatever his current sensai taught him. 

An hour passed and he stood before Akimoto with both his swords in hand. Sparring was the name of the game for the last part of today's training, Aurelius looking forward to proving that he learned something. Every strike that Akimoto dealt to him was vicious, but lacked any malice behind it. Only for a second he could see his opponent's movements, his body reacting with one sword that gave him a short opening to strike. For once, he felt as though he could take Akimoto down in sparring; a subtle idea that died the moment Akimoto feinted and hit Aurelius right under his chin, lifting the boy off his feet. A large thud rang out through the dojo, Lady staring intently from the sidelines as she had been for the last two hours, stopping her own practice. Aurelius shook his head, shaking the very pain away before getting back to his feet. He was ready to go again.