The Language of Swords [PRIVATE/Henrex]

It certainly was interesting to see Erika's initial reaction to the training exercise. It was something that many would find interesting, but soon would come to see that it most certainly was not easy. Henrex simply smiled softly at the girl, as her face went from mild confusion to confidence. Stating that something like that was easy, before seeing her hand drift to her side and draw a sword from seemingly nowhere, before literally cutting into the current.

He could detect the small energy that had been left behind, with his eyes staring at the section of the water that had been cut, and focusing long enough to see that she had left a small barrier behind to halt the flow of the water. Henrex had to admit, it was a clever move, and it was not one he saw very often. But, he knew what would happen next. The water built up, and eventually, was quickly able to overrun the barrier. So, as Erika turned around, confused once again on how to perform the past, Henrex simply turned around, facing a tree behind him.

His hands went to their places, with his hand gripping around the handle of his sword tightly, before his body moved in an massive burst of speed, his sword potentially being unable to be seen as his arm moved, hacking through the tree with extreme precision. The blade returned to the sheath, completing the Iaido strike, before waiting a few seconds. A loud creaking would be heard, before the tree began to fall, with Henrex once again moving with a burst of speed, his arms shooting out to catch it, before lifting it up once more, allowing the piece that he had wanted to fall.

A large segment of the tree fell to the ground, which caused Henrex to set the tree down, before picking up the piece, and looking it over. As if the object had gone through a planer, the wood was entirely smooth, and cut cleanly. Nodding to himself, before turning to Erika and tossing the wood at her, aiming for her to catch it, Henrex then walked over to her, before pointing at the wood absentmindedly.

"Use that instead." He said, before walking over to a tree trunk near the stream, and sitting down on it, observing both the stream, and Erika's movements.

"Now, let's see if you can block the stream with that." He said, before interlacing his hands together, another smile breaking out. This lesson was something that he was eager to teach, as it showed her that in order for to be able to adapt to being a ninja, she would have to think a lot differently than most did, if she had adapted to that mindset.

For him, there were two mindsets for those of a swordsman. The mind of a samurai, and the mind of a ninja. Now, int was time to see which one Erika had naturally.