Chapitre 17: Lessons on the Sea
The old fishing boat creaked as it pushed out to sea. The Sovereign Lands slowly disappeared behind them.
Atenzi stood at the back, watching his only home in this world fade away.
"Having second thoughts?" Musashi asked from behind him, calm as always.
Atenzi shook his head. "No. Just... saying goodbye, I guess."
The old fisherman, Anzar, called out, "Might want to grab somethin', lads. We're about to hit the big waves."
Right on cue, the boat jerked violently. Atenzi almost fell but caught himself on the railing. Musashi, of course, didn't move an inch.
"Lesson one," he said, sounding amused. "A warrior must be steady on sea and land."
For hours, as the sun rose higher, Musashi made Atenzi do balance exercises. Standing on one leg, doing slow sword moves, even trying handstands on the rocking deck. Atenzi fell a lot.
"Again," Musashi would say each time, patient but firm.
By noon, Atenzi ached all over, but he felt different. His movements were smoother, more in tune with the waves.
During lunch, Anzar watched them curiously. "Never seen trainin' like that before," he said. "You boys some kind of special warriors?"
Atenzi and Musashi shared a look. "Something like that," Atenzi said carefully.
Anzar nodded. "Thought so. Well, whatever you're up to, I hope it's worth it. These waters ain't nice to fools or heroes."
Just then, a huge shape broke the water's surface nearby. For a second, Atenzi thought it was a sea monster. Then he realized it was a whale.
"Magnificent," Musashi said, eyes wide.
Anzar chuckled. "Aye, she's pretty. But don't let her fool you. There's much nastier things out here than whales."
As the day went on, Musashi taught Atenzi the basics of his sword style. They used wooden swords, Musashi insisting Atenzi master the forms before using a real blade.
"The sword is part of your body," Musashi explained as they practiced. "But more importantly, it's part of your mind. Your spirit. A true master can beat an enemy without ever drawing their sword."
Atenzi frowned, stopping mid-move. "How's that possible?"
Musashi smiled mysteriously. "Maybe you'll figure it out before our trip is over."
As the sun set, Anzar guided the boat into a small, hidden cove. "We'll stop here for the night," he said. "No sense risking the night waters if we don't have to."
With the boat anchored, they settled in for the evening. Anzar did some repairs, while Musashi sat quietly meditating.
Atenzi found himself at the front of the boat, looking at the star-filled sky. Naaim's twin moons hung low, their light making a silver path on the water.
"Quite a sight, isn't it?" Musashi's voice startled him.
Atenzi nodded. "It's beautiful. And scary. All that space... it makes me feel tiny."
Musashi stood beside him. "And yet, small as we are, what we do can change whole worlds. It's a big responsibility."
"Am I doing the right thing?" Atenzi asked suddenly. "Working with Báthory, even for a little while... she's a monster. The things she's done..."
Musashi was quiet for a moment. "In a battle," he finally said, "a warrior can't always pick their allies. Sometimes, to survive, you have to work with people you don't like. The real test is how you act when you win."
Atenzi thought about this. "And if winning costs too much? If we become the monsters we're fighting?"
"Then we'll have lost something more important than any battle," Musashi said softly. "But that's why we train, Atenzi. Not just our bodies and skills, but our minds and spirits. So when those hard choices come, we're ready to make them wisely."
They stood quietly for a while, each lost in thought. Finally, Musashi spoke again. "Get some sleep. Tomorrow, we start your real training."
As Atenzi lay down for the night, his mind was full of the day's lessons and the challenges ahead. He knew that what waited in Bloodmire would test him in ways he couldn't imagine yet.
But as he fell asleep, rocked by the gentle waves, he felt more determined than ever. Whatever came, he'd face it head-on. He promised the sky that he'd win and thrive, no matter what.
Morning came bright and clear, sunlight sparkling on the calm cove water. Atenzi woke to find Musashi already up, flowing through complex sword moves.
"Ah, you're awake," Musashi said without stopping. "Good. We have a lot to do today."
Before Atenzi could answer, Anzar shouted, "Boys! We've got company!"
Rushing to the boat's side, Atenzi's eyes went wide. A huge shape moved under the water, circling their little boat. When it surfaced, Atenzi gasped.
It was like nothing he'd ever seen. Part snake, part fish, with scales that shimmered in impossible colors. Its head alone was as big as their whole boat, and when it opened its mouth, Atenzi saw teeth as long as his arm.
"Sea drake," Anzar muttered, looking pale. "Thought they were just stories."
Musashi calmly drew his sword. "Stories often turn out to be real. Atenzi, are you ready for your first real test?"
Atenzi swallowed hard, his heart racing. But looking at Musashi's steady gaze, he felt a surge of determination. "Ready as I'll ever be, Sensei."
As the sea drake reared up to attack, Atenzi knew this was just the start. The trip to Bloodmire, and all its challenges, was still ahead. But facing this impossible creature, he felt more alive than ever.
"Remember," Musashi called as the drake lunged at them, "a true warrior fights not with his sword, but with his whole self!"
Atenzi nodded, took a deep breath, and got ready to face the beast. Whatever happened, he knew this fight would change everything. His journey to become the leader – and the warrior – that Naaim needed had truly begun.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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