The training was comprehensive in a way that her dungeon-clearing pace had never allowed it to be.
The first week was assessment. She drilled the fundamentals — stances, footwork, the basic cuts and thrusts she had learned years ago and had been refining ever since. She moved through the forms without using her abilities, without activating the lightning that lived in her mana channels, without doing anything that might mask the underlying quality of her technique.
Her body knew what it was doing. That was not the issue.
The issue was that her body knew what it was doing, and she had stopped paying attention to how.
She corrected that. Slowly. Methodically. She broke down every movement into its components, examined each component for efficiency and waste, and rebuilt them one by one. It was tedious work. It was necessary work.
