Chapitre 8: Chapter 8 Meditation and training
Viserys knew that he had to approach their conversation with an open mind, ready to listen and understand whatever Valarissa had to say. He trusted her judgment and respected her as an individual, even if she was still his little girl at heart. He knew that their bond would only grow stronger through honest and open communication, and he was determined to be there for her, no matter what.
With a sigh, Viserys pushed aside his concerns and decided to focus on the present moment. Tomorrow would bring its own challenges and revelations, but for now, he would allow himself to rest and prepare for the important conversation that awaited him. He hoped that their talk would bring them closer together, strengthening their bond and allowing him to better understand the woman his daughter was becoming.
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The naxt day early into the morning.
Valarissa stopped her meditation with a sigh, her eyes fluttering open as she stretched her body to relieve the tension from her meditation. The entire night had been dedicated to the creation of a meditation technique to gather and increase the amount of magical energy her body can hold, and her efforts had paid off. She had successfully developed the first generation technique that allowed mages to harness and refine the natural energy of the world.
While the mana she gathered, amount to 60% most of it would be dispersed during her circulation of mana through her meridians but the rest 40% that doesn't disperse part of it would be absorbed into her body and a small portion would collected for the formation of a mana core as for the rest it would be completely absorbed by the jade space as it was still evolving.
The remaining time after creation of the technique, was spent in deep meditation, allowing the accumulated Mana to flow through her body's meridians. While last night's practice didn't grant her a significant increase in power, it did assist in completely understand her meridians and make her bloodline more active.
The Targaryen bloodline was very active. The Targaryen bloodline infused her refined mana and core with a mysterious red hue, the purpose of which is still unknown.
Glancing out of the window, Valarissa realized that it was still early in the morning and the maids had not yet arrived. Deciding to change her attire herself, she rose from her bed, stretched once more, and dressed herself in her training clothes before leaving the room.
Instructing the guards to have the maids prepare hot water upon her return, Valarissa made her way towards the training field. One of the guards expressed a desire to accompany her, but she preferred not to have someone constantly trailing behind her, especially if she didn't trust them.
Valarissa arrived at the bustling training field, where men were diligently practicing with swords and various other weapons. As they caught sight of her, they were momentarily captivated by her enhanced beauty. However, they quickly regained their composure and saluted her, acknowledging her status as the princess and resumed their training, not wanting to be distracted by her presence nor interupt her.
Valarissa confirmed her greetings silently by nodding before withdrawing to a secluded corner. She initiated her warm-up exercises, progressively transitioning into more sophisticated routines. In due course, she redirected her attention to practicing swordplay, not only to refine her abilities, but to achieve mastery in controlling her strength and flawlessly integrating her newly acquired combat technique with her proficiency in swordsmanship.
Valarissa's dedication to her craft was unwavering, and she knew that true mastery required not only skill, but also a deep understanding of oneself. As she moved through her warm-up exercises, she focused on each movement, feeling the stretch and flex of her muscles, and grounding herself in the present moment.
With each passing minute, Valarissa's body became more attuned to the rhythm of her routine. Her limbs moved with grace and precision, as if they were extensions of her very being. She seamlessly transitioned from one exercise to the next, pushing herself to the limits of her physical abilities.
But it was not just physical prowess that Valarissa sought. She knew that true mastery required a balance of strength and control. And so, she turned her attention to swordplay, the art that had captivated her since she was a child.
With her trusted sword in hand, Valarissa began her practice. She started with the basics, honing her stance and footwork, ensuring that every movement was deliberate and precise. As she progressed, she incorporated more complex techniques, seamlessly blending her newly acquired combat technique with her existing knowledge of swordsmanship.
Valarissa's movements were fluid and effortless, a testament to the countless hours she had spent perfecting her craft. She focused not only on the physical aspect of swordplay, but also on the mental and emotional aspects. She sought to control not only her body, but also her mind, channeling her energy and focus into each strike and parry.
An hour and half had passed>>
Valarissa had been training continuously for the past hour and half, her skilled movements attracting attention. Some were captivated by her beauty, while others observed her training methods with admiration. The truly capable individuals could already grasp the depth of Valarissa Targaryen's abilities, leaving them in awe. Valarissa herself noticed the stares but chose to ignore them, purposefully showcasing her talent, abilities, and the changes she had undergone. She knew she couldn't conceal these changes for long.
Her meditation technique would further enhance her bloodline, and just like the sudden change in her temprament and appearance, thier maybe many changes and with time he had to show her knowledge to strengthen her house and change the future . she had already decided slowly but surely reveale her abilities to her father and the lords.
Today's training session had been sufficient, and she noticed that many had gathered around. She felt a bit uneasy with all the stares, especially from the young and new recruits who seemed to have a hint of desire in their gaze. After all, even though she was only ten years old which is very young compared to her previous life standard and for the current one as well, but she was also an absolute beauty.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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