My irritation of the current situation continued on for the next few days, and I spent them outside honing my saber techniques - despite Da pleading for me to pin her down and ravish her.
I needed something to fixate my mind on, and the saber had never once failed me before.
Time began to blur around me as I found solace in the repetition of my movements, slowly cutting out unneeded parts in each flourish or adding some more pronounced swings to certain parts, altering the technique to better fit my requirements.
The suns and moons rose and fell in the sky, showering the clearing I trained in in harsh gold light or soft silver light.
My saber reflected that light, and I unconsciously shifted my attitude during those differing times to better fit the light.
During the day, my movements were flowing with power and flashy, my saber leaving behind deep cuts in the air as I imbued everything with more strength.
