One week passes.
Folke spent the week, with a regular schedule he trained he ate and then he meditated inside of his head and then after some time he trained the combat moves inside of his head. During this time period Folke got an inch taller and also more buffer which completely confused most people.
His transformation was more similar to a month's workout rather than one week spent in that hardcore regiment, today his body was almost able to match Sworn's disciples. He had done the exercise but he still got tired near the end while Sworn's disciples weren't tired at all.
He then fought Scar which went way better than usual, Sworn had not taught folke a new technique or move as of yet or given him a new stance to switch into. The time period he also spent in the flowery realm also improved his advancement since most of the fighters here don't wish to overexert their bodies they only spent a few hours on it while folke could in theory spend whole entire days on it that is if he slept that entire day and didn't eat.
Folke's time in the flowery realm really helped him improved, it may have not given him physical prowess but he could feel that his reaction time toward strikes and parries had also improved.
Today Scar and Folke exchanged strikes.
Scar rushed forward and delivered the thrust with the butt of the handle, taking a step to the side to possibly breach folke's defenses.
Folke didn't hesitate he moved the thrust down with the handle while also taking a step forward toward scar, his ax head was also already beginning to move forward at the same time with these movements.
Scar didn't hesitate after his ax was moved he delivered a strike directly aimed at Folke's chest, While taking a step forward next to folke's foot.
Folke didn't hesitate to move the ax vertical to the side and did a static block causing scar's ax to bounce off the shaft of folke's. Such actions were dangerous; a slight mistake would've caused folke to lose his finger, but folke didn't lose concentration; he looked forward into Scar's eyes and Scar did the same.
Folke felt an incredible feeling of danger and excitement gather in his gut and he also felt as if the world slowed incredibly, Folke learned what this feeling was after many exchanges with the flowery realm Scar.
He called this feeling `Line play`. The fight was at the point where both of them were close enough to where both of them could hit each other within a half second of time.
Folke took position and tilted his front forward foot, lifting his ax quickly into the first guard that he learned and then he struck down. Scar was also lifting his ax the same way as Folk but he turned it horizontal over his head and shifted his grip.
Folke struck and saw that the head of his ax could pass Scar's shaft if the strike did indeed land, but then he felt a sudden strike to the side of his head and he couldn't help but stumble to the left and fall to the ground.
Folke's vision went black as he landed and then he immediately regained it in the next second.
He coughed and felt the side of his head, it was already swelling ``Damn! That was a fine play Scar!`` Folke heard goldrig's shout and then he felt someone pulling his shoulder. He turned around and of course saw that it was goldrig with his long black beard which was now stylized with various leather ties.
Folke got up with the help of goldrig and said ``Sworn, your kid seems to have taken some lessons from yours truly!`` He laughed loudly into the air and continued helping folke to the side of the field where a nurse was standing.
Lately in Folke's bouts with Scar it usually ended with him getting injured in some way or form but everyone in the camp quickly learned that somehow berserkers heal way quicker than normal people.
Sworn walked forward and scratched the back of his head ``Sorry , to tell you pal that's a legit move he did their``
``Really?`` He handed folke off to the nurse.
Folke had gotten accustomed to the visits to this nurse and chose to let the nurse do her thing which was pouring some green substances on his head and then wrapping a bandage around it.
Goldrig continued ``I should start to learn some of that ax combat you talk about, it seems as if we got something in common.``
Folke stood still to the side and tuned out goldrig's conversation with Sworn. `That move I've seen it before. Agh! I wish system would just come back to me already it's been more than two weeks!` He tried to remember what scar actually did to him. He saw the horizontal raised ax and then his vision blanked.
Folke was still human and the flowery realm didn't let him mitigate events that happened just now in his eyes. He turned his head and then looked at the nurse whispering ``What did Scar do to hit me?``
The nurse was surprised slightly, this was the first time that Folke has actually talked to her after all since she had been assigned to him one week ago ``H-he! He turned the ax and blocked your strike at the same time with the handle.``
Folke nodded his head and then looked back at Scar `Didn't he do the same move in our longsword match?` He got up and began to make his way to his tent.
``Woah! Kid where are you going?`` He heard goldrig shout behind him.
He didn't turn, he just said ``I'm tired! I need some time to think, mate!``
Goldrig simply shrugged his shoulders when he looked at sworn and said ``Sure! Take your time and rest that body of yours.``