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For one second! You gotta practice it more, get used to it. I could pick up the speed now and take you down now! [ ...granted, he's sitting, but that's not what he's saying here.
And it's not just about showing off, as he goes on. ] Why do you think I don't just pull out my coolest moves from the start? You need to get your blood going, get used to moving and building it up. How often you practicing that?
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Not that often, I'll admit. But I'm not sure how I'll be able to practice without the proper resources. [ Roland turns his head slightly to meet Tidus's eye. ] You can only improve with Manuals of the Maiden, which we study back at the barracks in the kingdom. Plus, it's a move that needs me to replenish the energy spent after using it. It'll be more effective if I can actually do what the move is meant for, which is to attack repeatedly while the target isn't aware I'm not in front of them anymore.
[ He waves his hand around lamely, before setting it down against his lap. His other leg lifted and bent, arm over his knee. ]
But I guess there's no harm in getting myself more built for the speed. You guys make it look easy, eh? Heh.
[ Which is an understatement. Roland knows you can only get at that level with constant practice. ]
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It took me forever to learn what I had to do. Fighting fiends every day, making up moves - it was hard. It still is, [ he admits, after a delayed beat.
And there's a point in particular he wants to make, his hands coming out in a sweeping motion outwards. ]
I don't know anything about this manual, but if you know you can do the move like that, even if it takes a lot out of you... I don't see why that means you can't do more, or work on it without these other books! Why you can't make it easy on yourself, day by day!
[ There he waves a single hand, in that dismissive manner of his. ]
Don't think about it so hard. Just train! [ There, that's what he wanted to say! And now he's gesturing to himself, offering earnestly: ]
Train with me. Get Piccolo to help you! How do you think I'm learning to move faster?
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Keep at it and train everyday, huh? [ He offers a slight shake of his head; but not out of dismissal. ] That's what I like to hear.
[ He definitely wasn't making excuses for himself, but for what Tidus catches from his slight hesitation, Roland takes as encouragement nevertheless. ]
Okay then. Sounds like a plan. Count me in.
[ A chance for self-improvement? Of course he'd be enthused. He makes a fist, a gesture of determination. ] I know you guys won't pull any punches either. That's the best kind of way to learn. Experience.
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[ And if he is going to be learning from Piccolo... Tidus crosses his legs, straightening up his back better. Hands on his knees, he has the smallest hint of a smile that wants to push into sly, but doesn't. ]
Ever meditated?
[ How about this for a subject between them, Roland. ]
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[ And getting faster? That's something Roland's ever really focused on. In fact, training was always at the back of his mind, preferring on the job exposure versus staying at the barracks and practicing his skills. From time to time, he would opt to do that for the rest of his afternoons, but between the mountains of paperwork Evermore required to function and teaching Evan on the side, well. Maybe Tidus had a point, and that he is lacking in practice after all.
Never too late to change, though.
He turns to Tidus and nods tentatively, a tilt of his head to the side. ]
If you consider some quiet, alone time as meditation. Then sure. I have.
[ All the time, in fact. A beat passes. ]
Wait, you do? [ A small chuckle escapes him. ] You're a guy of many talents yourself, huh? Got something to teach me? Go for it. I'm all ears.
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Nevertheless- ] You wanna learn how to control your body, you've gotta learn to calm it. Get used to it. Helps your focus too -- you know, how you react to crazy situations. That kinda thing.
[ But for how well he's doing at least continuing to talk and explain, Tidus's gaze may be finding some difficulty keeping on Roland's face. You know, he's just interested. Looking around on the floor. No biggy. ]
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[ He engages in this conversation easily, but he's too perceptive not to catch the darting gaze and that suddenly, Tidus's energy shifts. It's subtle. It's going somewhere Roland's quirking an eyebrow at. What's.....going on? But if he knows anything about Tidus, if he confronts him right away, even with the tiniest of suspicions, he'll deny him immediately.
So he plays along instead, blinking once before crossing his arms against his chest, closing his eyes and breathing in even paces. In...out. In...out. ]
Presence of mind and calm are important in a fight, and in real life too. Crazy situations happen more often when we're not on the battlefield. You know?
[ Hint hint? Are you okay, pro?? ]
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This confession might just be weirder than he gave himself time to realise before. Roland knowing about his training habits... --but even if he does have to meditate to practice with using his energy better, so what? What does it matter if Roland knows? That's what Tidus's telling himself as he hums, a small acknowledgement of what Roland's saying. ]
Sure. [ uh huh, he was totally listening to all that about real life. ] So - want me to teach you?
[ His eyes are back on Roland, but again - they might start wandering off after a while. But then, Roland shouldn't keep him waiting on an answer, either. ]
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Yes, teach me. Heh. All this build-up's getting me curious. Go, what's your secret meditative move? Tell me.
[ Or was this more Piccolo's move that he's transposing to his designated government adult? Roland is definitely all eyes on Tidus now. ]
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[ All of which Tidus does as he says them. ]
You're not here to sit around and think. You just need to listen - inward. But after you empty your head first. So just sit and breathe, don't focus on anything except finding that quiet spot... and you gotta keep this up for five minutes. I'll time you.
[ He raises his SCA to start tapping at it, picking out the countdown timer and then looking at Roland. Ready for the eyes closing? The meditation? Let's hope his instructions are actually half as useful as they're meant to be. ]
Well? Ready when you are.
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[ He doesn't hesitate, watching the SCA flicker to life, counting him down, and Roland is in the zone. The instructions ring clear; he complies without question. Back straight. Eyes closed. Breathing, lungs open, chest loose. Arms still crossed, but not as tense.
It vaguely occurs to Roland that he might be getting pranked here, but he has too much trust to go with that instinct.
Roland though, has always been more comfortable in the silence of his mind than he is in the angry noise of reality away from his thoughts. So even as he's being watched, being timed, he falls into this state naturally. One might even mistake him for falling asleep. But no, he's alert, hearing his own inhales sharp and precise, the quiet place that Tidus speaks of in his head merely a corner of his soul he's made into his own.
What it looks like, what's there, and what he hides deep within, are all a mystery except to the chief consul himself. ]
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Set an example, show that this is a skill he's learnt, patience, being in the zone that doesn't involve holding one's breath or being submerged in the deep blue. Wouldn't Roland be surprised, not be able to believe it? And that's plenty enough of a good reason for Tidus to do it. Five minutes? He can do five minutes -- he's passed that and longer long ago.
All it involves is what he said. Close his eyes, focus inward; find his inner self. Relax.
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...but what if Roland sees him?
What if he's looking at him?
What if he thinks he's being a damn joke, kid,
You're gonna mess up--
His eyes open, looking at the figure, following his instruction. Sleeping? No--Tidus doesn't think so, though he lets the idea form as a joke. He attempts to get back into it, close his eyes, focus, focus, don't think about anything; but the apprehension grips into his shoulders, an unsettling repeat of worries about being seen that won't stop bugging him. Why does he care? He doesn't, he just--
Tidus watches the timer, glimpses taken at Roland, but he won't interrupt him. The face of the SCA counting down the time, fingers ready for the bell, but his gaze on his knee than it. ]
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But to this, Roland only smirks to himself, shaking a bit of his head and closing his eyes back again. He won't really know what goes on in that head of his, but he does know there's a lesson eager to be taught here. And he is but a willing student; that much is true. That much is real. ]
How long?
[ The time on his SCA? No, not quite. ]
How long have you been meditating, before a fight? Truth be told, I only do this in my lonesome. Maybe before bed.
[ Which is why he also stifles a yawn, this also genuine, hiding it behind an elbow bent to catch the motion. He finally opens both eyes and rubs the back of his neck, chuckling earnestly. ]
Guess it's why I feel more tired than I thought.
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Uh, about five months. On and off -- 'cause of missions and stuff. I don't do it as much as I should... no places really to get comfortable.
[ Nevermind this giant room. ]
You're meant to keep doing it so you get used to it - tapping into the zone as quick as you want, you know?
[ He scoffs, and he rubs at the back of his neck, not sure if the admit the truth on his tongue, but: ]
To be honest, I only started 'cause I thought I'd need it to fight some gods Light told me about, but now... it feels like forever ago.