Of course they weren't practicing with real swords yet; they might have started on the basics of their training already but there was no way Master Rauf was willing to let his pre-novices loose on each other with live steel just yet.
"You will give a finger to the Brotherhood in due time, I do not wish to see you lose them unnecessarily before your time and neither does Al-Mualim," he had told them all.
Darim had tried not to look too disappointed and had tried his level best not to let on to all the other boys that he agreed with them when they came to him begging him to ask his father to reconsider. He knew precisely what Baba would say anyway: absolutely nothing because Mama would cut him off with a stern glance before he could even raise the subject with him.
"Al-Mualim may be my father," he had told his cohorts in a tone of voice that sounded remarkably like his mother's, "but he is our Master and if we want to be master Assassins someday we have to learn to respect his wishes."
Aswad had tried especially hard to knock Darim down after that and his knees had shown the bruises for at least a week afterwards.
Today though, Darim was concentrating fully on Master Rauf and the task at hand. It was simple enough, a step into a counter parry which he had been practicing long and hard to get right. Master Rauf had been impressed enough to ask Darim to show his classmates how it was done.
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Date: 2014-05-07 10:51 pm (UTC)"You will give a finger to the Brotherhood in due time, I do not wish to see you lose them unnecessarily before your time and neither does Al-Mualim," he had told them all.
Darim had tried not to look too disappointed and had tried his level best not to let on to all the other boys that he agreed with them when they came to him begging him to ask his father to reconsider. He knew precisely what Baba would say anyway: absolutely nothing because Mama would cut him off with a stern glance before he could even raise the subject with him.
"Al-Mualim may be my father," he had told his cohorts in a tone of voice that sounded remarkably like his mother's, "but he is our Master and if we want to be master Assassins someday we have to learn to respect his wishes."
Aswad had tried especially hard to knock Darim down after that and his knees had shown the bruises for at least a week afterwards.
Today though, Darim was concentrating fully on Master Rauf and the task at hand. It was simple enough, a step into a counter parry which he had been practicing long and hard to get right. Master Rauf had been impressed enough to ask Darim to show his classmates how it was done.