Book 2 Ch 35: Teaching

Trina was standing in the training yard, stretching with a wooden shortsword. Michael could catch glimpses of Finnegan wailing on Tai for all he was worth to the cheers of the dozen or so mercs that had gathered around.

Michael gestured toward a wooden bench and sat down.

Trina looked disappointed, but put down the sword and sat down next to him.

“First I’m going to divine you to get an idea of where we’re starting from.” He focused on her, and was able to quickly pull up her titles and deeds. It had gotten a lot easier since he’d first started training with Meera back in Stent.

Titles:

Trina Grantus

Deeds:

Brother Saviour

Elder Healer

Rift Closer

Blessings:

Healing Touch

Michael frowned. It wasn’t as little as he’d seen on the regular non-noble academy trainees, but they were much younger than she was. It made sense though, as Stent clearly had a different set of priorities than Swandia, a fact he owed his current freedom to.

“Are you able to see your own titles and deeds more deeply?” He asked.

“No, but I know that one makes me better at healing those older than me and the other makes me tougher when I’m looking after my siblings. Not sure what the newest one does.”

Michael nodded. One that was useless in her current circumstances and another that would get less useful as she aged. They had a lot of work to do.

“Well, I think the first thing we should work on would be cardio.”

“Cardio?”

“We have to get your stamina up. You probably noticed that healing tires you out? Well, if you have more stamina then it won’t wear you out as easily. Best way to build stamina is to train.”

She stood up and nodded. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Michael chuckled and stood. She reminded him of Gabe a bit. Always eager to get started on something new.

“Okay, you can set the pace, we’ll run a few laps around the farm.”

She nodded and took off at an untenable pace. Michael caught up to her quickly, his longer legs carrying him further faster, and once he was a couple of yards behind her he settled into her speed. She started to slow down a bit quickly, and eventually settled into a pace that was more reasonable than the sprint she’d started out with. To Michael it was a light jog, but he had a number of advantages that she didn’t.

They made it one lap before Trina was stumbling a bit and breathing heavily, but she continued to push herself forward. Michael considered stopping her, but said nothing. They made it another half lap around the barn before she tripped on a loose rock and fell forward. Instead of pushing herself up she stayed on the ground and breathed heavily.

Michael reached out a hand and dragged her to her feet.

“Alright. Now heal yourself.”

She frowned and placed a hand on her chest.

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Michael watched with open curiosity as wisps of golden light drifted from her hand across her body and hitting the small scrapes and bruises across the arm she’d caught herself with. She stumbled again, and this time Michael caught her.