Genesis 044
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Title~ The Other Side of Fighting
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 044. Doesn't that sound like fun?
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“Good morning, gentlemen, and welcome to your fifth year of army training. My name is Haori, but you will call me Miss.” Nimay couldn’t help but blink at the female voice that entered the room. She knew there were women in the Raykinian army, but it was still a surprise to hear one when she’d only ever been taught by men.
“As you’ve no doubt been told—either by your masters or former fifth years—this year we will be focussing on the more theoretical side of being a warrior. If you haven’t been told… surprise. You’ll still continue your weapons training, but by now you should be relatively comfortable with your weapon of choice. You are, in essence, warriors. It’s my duty, and the duty of the men and women behind me, to turn you into scholars.”
A generally annoyed mumble passed through the room. Haori ignored it.
“There is more to being a warrior than simply fighting, gentlemen,” she told them, “You’ll never make General without knowing how to read a map, and you’ll find missions with the King’s Own quite difficult without being able to sustain at least brief conversation in Kazinian. If you have any intention of rising through the ranks, these will be the classes that will get you there.”
“What if we just want to be warriors, Miss?”
Haori raised an eyebrow at the boy’s question. Evidently she’d been asked that before. “Tough. There will be an exam for each of these subjects at the end of your seventh year, same as all your weapons. If you don’t pass, you won’t make it into the army.”
There was another groan, more audible this time. Haori held up her hands for silence, but didn’t get it.
“Gentlemen, quiet! If you have any issues, take them up with Niloren.” Silence reluctantly descended on the warriors-come-scholars. Nimay wouldn’t call it a disgruntled silence, exactly, but it certainly wasn’t gruntled.
“By the end of seventh year, you’ll be well-versed in the art of war, both in Raykinian style and the styles of the other three kingdoms; you’ll know how to read maps and make your own; you’ll be able to operate siege weapons; you’ll know how to speak, read and write basic Kazinian, Llayan and Tsaythi; you’ll know the history of Tsyllaes; and perhaps most importantly, you’ll have full knowledge of how to survive in the wilderness, both desert and Kazinian forest. This means that yes, any rumours you’ve heard about a two week survival course in the Raykinian desert are true. Questions?”
Nol raised his hand. “I already know most of that.”
Haori nodded. “You’ll come to the classes, but you’ll have more advanced coursework. Your private lessons will continue as usual. Anyone else? Good. Follow me, gentlemen, and I’ll show you where your class room will be for the next three years.”
Nimay pushed herself away from the barracks wall, then filed out the door. This year would either be very interesting, or very, very dull.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 044. Doesn't that sound like fun?
“Good morning, gentlemen, and welcome to your fifth year of army training. My name is Haori, but you will call me Miss.” Nimay couldn’t help but blink at the female voice that entered the room. She knew there were women in the Raykinian army, but it was still a surprise to hear one when she’d only ever been taught by men.
“As you’ve no doubt been told—either by your masters or former fifth years—this year we will be focussing on the more theoretical side of being a warrior. If you haven’t been told… surprise. You’ll still continue your weapons training, but by now you should be relatively comfortable with your weapon of choice. You are, in essence, warriors. It’s my duty, and the duty of the men and women behind me, to turn you into scholars.”
A generally annoyed mumble passed through the room. Haori ignored it.
“There is more to being a warrior than simply fighting, gentlemen,” she told them, “You’ll never make General without knowing how to read a map, and you’ll find missions with the King’s Own quite difficult without being able to sustain at least brief conversation in Kazinian. If you have any intention of rising through the ranks, these will be the classes that will get you there.”
“What if we just want to be warriors, Miss?”
Haori raised an eyebrow at the boy’s question. Evidently she’d been asked that before. “Tough. There will be an exam for each of these subjects at the end of your seventh year, same as all your weapons. If you don’t pass, you won’t make it into the army.”
There was another groan, more audible this time. Haori held up her hands for silence, but didn’t get it.
“Gentlemen, quiet! If you have any issues, take them up with Niloren.” Silence reluctantly descended on the warriors-come-scholars. Nimay wouldn’t call it a disgruntled silence, exactly, but it certainly wasn’t gruntled.
“By the end of seventh year, you’ll be well-versed in the art of war, both in Raykinian style and the styles of the other three kingdoms; you’ll know how to read maps and make your own; you’ll be able to operate siege weapons; you’ll know how to speak, read and write basic Kazinian, Llayan and Tsaythi; you’ll know the history of Tsyllaes; and perhaps most importantly, you’ll have full knowledge of how to survive in the wilderness, both desert and Kazinian forest. This means that yes, any rumours you’ve heard about a two week survival course in the Raykinian desert are true. Questions?”
Nol raised his hand. “I already know most of that.”
Haori nodded. “You’ll come to the classes, but you’ll have more advanced coursework. Your private lessons will continue as usual. Anyone else? Good. Follow me, gentlemen, and I’ll show you where your class room will be for the next three years.”
Nimay pushed herself away from the barracks wall, then filed out the door. This year would either be very interesting, or very, very dull.