There's a fine art to being productive without actually doing anything.
Kael was getting dangerously good at it.
He didn't have formal lectures this week.
No patrols.
No urgent Archive task updates.
Just a stretch of days where nothing was exactly required of him—but that didn't mean he wasn't busy.
In his own... questionable way.
**First Day**
He woke up late.
Not because he was exhausted, but because the pillow was warm, the sun was gentle, and his sword could wait for his attention.
Breakfast was two rolls of something spicy and unidentifiable from the cafeteria.
He had a one-sided eating competition with Theo and won, of course.
He spent the rest of the morning under one of the lesser-used sparring platforms, working on his sword footwork and form.
More accurately, trying to work on it.
The form looked simple, almost elegant.
But the footwork? It had rhythm, a complex dance, and Kael had all the rhythm of a one-legged duck attempting to tap dance on hot coals.
