"In a week, you're supposed to learn to survive," she corrected, stepping back.
"Again. And this time, stop thinking about the kill. Think about the flow."
They trained for hours, until the sun climbed high and the desert heat became oppressive. Sarhita was relentless, correcting every mistake and demonstrating every technique with patient precision. And slowly, grudgingly, Jorghan began to feel something click.
The Kir'stalan wasn't about abandoning his aggressive style—it was about adding dimension to it, creating layers of deception and misdirection. A strike could become a feint, which could become a grapple, which could become a throw, all flowing from the same initial movement.
[Skill Acquisition: Kir'stalan (Desert Wind Fighting Style) - Novice Level]
"Good," Sarhita said as they finally broke for water and rest.
