Learning Nature's Defiance [PRIVATE: Mirja/Lillyana]

When it came down to the root of the entire situation, Henrex was far from stupid. He preferred the term "forgetful", or "ignorant", which was a much better way of describing his partial idiotic nature at times. As they walked back to the training grounds of Vastime, Mirja was very keen on enlightening Henrex on the facts of the Vastime Nation's land. Saying that it could take more than she could throw at it was something that was a bit of a shock. But, rather than showing it, Henrex's eyebrow merely rose in interest as she said this, saying that she only managed to put a dent into it when she actually attempted to destroy something in the place.

Then, she began speaking about how nothing got destroyed or broken when she was training herself or others, minus the unlucky saps that stood in her way. Now, that was something that Henrex didn't expect to hear from the Wolf. Someone who was so full of power, able to dish out punishment enough to bring mountains and most likely more into submission, was able to keep herself from breaking herself, or others. So, upon hearing this, small bit of laughter would ensure from the Raven, his back bending to push his midsection forward, before straightening once again.

But, Mirja wasn't done yet. She then went on to explain that she didn't create the style, but merely added on to it. Nodding subtly at the comment, Henrex fully understood what she was saying. After all, he had fought alongside one of Japan's strongest swordsmen, Takeshi Masamoto, who had trained under Musashi, someone who had created their own sword style. Henrex had never really figured out how he would be able to add on to something like that. It was so...perfect, to him. When Takeshi had taught him the Ichi-ryu, he had explained that the style, to him as capturing the spirit of winning by all means. It made sound sense in his mind. But, he still could not figure out how he would add to Musashi's work without feeling as if he had done something wrong.

As the two hybrids stepped forth into the Vastimian training grounds, Mirja let loose with laughter. Turning around and tilting his head to the side, generally confused, Henrex opened his mouth to ask what she was laughing at, before saying the one thing that he figured she would comment about. Finding peace was a part of this training course. Seeing as Henrex's soul was constantly torn about by conflict and worry, and all these other emotions and mental states, it would be hard to imagine him being able to understand, or even be able to find inner peace. But, this answer was simple. While he had never truly achieved inner peace, he had taken many zen lessons with both his samurai teacher, and his ninja grand master.

A small smile passed over the face of the Raven as she continued to tease him, asking how it didn't detonate him when the mere thought existed, and even going as far as to dissipate the ideas of emotionless peace out of the picture. Shaking his head gently, the male approached the Wolf once again, the smallest hints of a smile on his face as his mismatched eyes burned their mark into the silver eyes of Mirja.

"I am very well aware of the part of finding peace. I may not have been able to find it beforehand, but I have taken many lessons from both my samurai teachers, and my ninja teachers of the subject. To know yourself, is to be at peace."

So, finishing that, Henrex's body would turn around once again, his feet carrying him to the very center of the Vastimian training grounds, before snapping his fingers, and his Zanpakuto would suddenly vanish, retreating into his inner world. Sitting down on the ground, with his legs crossed, Henrex's head would turn to the sides, with multiple cracks being heard from the location.

"So, this will mainly be a mental exercise?"