Training Log--Symphony Day 18 [Closed]

[light_of_willpower]

Who: Trunks Brief (light_of_willpower) and Sonya Blade (soldier_blade)
Where: Training Gym
When: Evening a few hours after dinner on Day 18 of Symphony
What: Trunks is continuing to train Sonya in using her qi, or ki as he knows it.
Warnings: Flashing and flashy lights in character? Bursts of energy?

Trunks was not the teacher Piccolo was. But he was doing his best, and he had some tech to help. Certainly it helped his Mother to be able to measure her progress, miniscule though it might be, in ways she understood. She wasn't very patient...

General Sonya Blade might not be the most patient either, but she at least could fake it more easily than Bulma. Or apply patience to this in a way Bulma couldn't. Either way, the tech seemed to be able to help her
to measure her progress too.

Trunks had his scanner with him, safely stored for now in his Arms Band. He had some targeted goals he wanted to meet today with Sonya for her training. After that he'd see where to go next.

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[soldier_blade]

Patience was never her strong suit, even as a ranking officer, when planning and organizing required immense amounts of it. The slow progress of anything just had her gritting her teeth and recalling why she preferred more 'hands on' forms of weaponry.

The other side, the more stubborn side of her, constantly reminded her that she signed up for this, knowing it would be slow, knowing it would be a trek. She didn't (or atleast she wasn't sure anyway) have the same genes Cassie or Johnny had, but if Liu Kang or Kung Lao could learn such techniques, so could she.

She just needed to shut up and bear it.

"Alright," She stretched her shoulders and neck, even though most of what needed to be done just involved meditation. "Same old, same old, or moving forward?"

[light_of_willpower]

"Well, moving forward, as we're going to try something new." Trunks said with an encouraging smile. "I was thinking we'd play catch, but with balls of ki."

[soldier_blade]

"Play what now?" Chi was energy..something with so much force it could literally knock someone off their ass-if not more, and yet still not something actually tangible.

She should've expected him to challenge her of course. The whole point of learning anything was to keep pushing past one's comfort level, but that still didn't make the whole 'playing catch' make any more sense.

[light_of_willpower]

"Play Catch." Trunks said just as patiently, still with a grin. "Form a ball of ki and lob it at me. I'll 'catch' it just fine. It's about learning how to modulate your energy and adapt it to different levels. I'll lob the ball back to you too."

[soldier_blade]

She frowned, once more stretching and rolling her shoulders-not that such an action would've made much of a difference. By now, she could summon her chi, but forming it into something 'solid' was still a work in process.

So far her projectiles didn't really have much form, not as far as she could tell-just fuzzy blasts.

Focusing, she set her hands together, focusing, feeling the now familiar 'electric heat' flow through her core, through her limbs. The energy emitted through her arms, and she tried to focus it into her hands, but as always it felt like trying to stop a leak in a damn.

Yet the progress was there, she could feel it, could see the pink energy come out in almost like waves; waves that couldn't seem to form into anything for all she curled her fingers to try.

Screw it, she told herself, and threw the blast of energy at him.

[light_of_willpower]

And it was more of a blast, than a ball. Trunks held up his hand, and met it with a small yellow burst of his own ki. "Not bad, but try again. I know you can do better than that, General." With a hint of teasing taunt.

[soldier_blade]

The frown deepened to a scowl, while she focused on building another surge of energy. To her frustration, the whole premise wasn't exactly the same as building herself up for a gymnast move or other test of strength; the only way she was able to fully summon the power was channeling emotional energy, focusing it.

Not entirely the same as Cassie's power. For all they didn't know much about the Cages' green glow, it was usually triggered in someone's defense.

THis power, it seemed, focused both on the need to defend and go on attack.

She breathed, focused on past battles, the adrenaline, the fear, the anger; she focused it all, felt it channel from her core through to her arms. She tried to hold it back, tried to focus it through her fingers, and yet the stronger the energy, the harder it was for her to control.

At the last minute, she once more threw the projectile at him, though it was still less of a 'ball' and more like just a beam of pure energy, as though she'd turned a firehose on her future 'son in law'.

[light_of_willpower]

Once more, Trunks met the beam with a small burst of ki from his own hand. Once the energy had dissipated, he shook his hand slightly as if that had stung. It hadn't, but he was being theatrical. "Bit more power there, but less control I think. Try again."

[soldier_blade]

She was never one to take a break, not even at her age-much to the ire of her doctors of course. Right now though, after focussing so much on feelings that tended to raise her blood pressure, a few pauses seemed a good idea.

"Just how long does it usually take for one to master this sort of thing, on average of course." SHe couldn't really get a good idea from Cassie, given her father's own background, but a general idea couldn't hurt.

[light_of_willpower]

"I'm not the person to ask that, sadly. If Piccolo were still here, I'd suggest you ask him. Gohan trained me, and we were really the only two who did back home." Trunks said, with an apologetic smile. "I think you're making good progress, and that's part of why I've also been measuring it with scanners. So you and Mom can both see your progress, even if it feels stagnant at times."

[soldier_blade]

"Lets see the readings so far." She made a point of not checking the scanner every time; any progress was an improvement, but watching too closely was only an impediment.

Still, she was curious.