Asher sat with his eyes gently closed on the smooth, polished ground of his training chamber, his legs folded neatly in a lotus position. He was not someone who simply ended a training session the moment his physical practice ceased; no, he had a habit, almost a ritual, of silently reviewing everything he had done throughout the training session. He would train, then sit down, shut out the world, and mentally go through every motion, every technique, every breath, as though engraving them deeper into his being.
