Tyr returned to the plum blossom tree garden to continue his training.
So far, Tyr had gotten to the point where he could balance three petals on his index finger, one on top of the other.
The more he balanced on his finger, however, the more difficult it became.
Tyr closed his eyes, exhaling as he concentrated his full attention on the task at hand.
As soon as his eyelids flew open, he caught the first petal that was drifting down from above.
With that, he swiftly moved his finger to catch the second petal.
'The first petal is soft and clean, the second one is fast, and the third one...'
He moved slowly, allowing the third petal to rest on his finger.
'The third one is also calm and slow.'
He glanced at the fourth petal gently floating downwards.
'The elusive fourth petal... being fast doesn't help, and neither does being slow.'
He tried to be fast, keeping up the pattern that he had been using.
