Jedi Brat!
Braze set down the last of the boxes with deliberate care, the soft thud muffled by the black sand of the arena floor. Today, his practice would unfold in one of the more peculiar training spaces of the Veridian Temple. The room, circular and serene, was crowned with tall wisteria branches that draped gracefully through the open upper sections, their violet blooms swaying faintly in the filtered sunlight. An overlooking balcony added a sense of grandeur to the setting. It was a place of beauty—a contrast to the rigorous discipline he intended to bring to it.
He sighed, the breath heavy but steady, and surveyed the arena. A shallow pool of water glimmered near the center, its surface perfectly still save for the occasional ripple of a falling petal. This space would suffice. No, it would be more than sufficient for his blindfold training today. He had come to rely on these sessions, weaving them into his daily routine like clockwork. The discipline of muscle memory was not a luxury—it was a necessity. A missed day might as well be a missed week, and Braze wasn't willing to gamble with his edge.
Stretching was the first step. Each stretch coaxed tension from his muscles, and he felt the familiar burn of effort as he sank into his routine. Flexibility was a skill hard-won and easily lost; Braze knew this better than most. He pushed deeper into the bends and splits, feeling the satisfying strain of a body honed by discipline.
The chairs became his next tools. He positioned them carefully, testing their stability before easing into a series of splits that forced his muscles to yield further. Each motion was deliberate, purposeful. Warmth coursed through his limbs as he stretched to his limits.
Finally, he straightened, rolling his shoulders and shaking out his arms. The preparatory work was done, his body ready to meet the demands of the blindfolded exercises ahead.
