Kaisha inspected the spear in her hands with a frown. The shaft was unnaturally smooth and polished to a shine. It felt light in her grip, even with a foot of solid steel at the end. The edge looked sharp and nasty, a tool with a single purpose: to pierce flesh and takes lives. Closing her eyes and gripping the spear tightly in her hands she thought she could sense that purpose within the fibers of the wood.
This is a tool for killing, and killing only. It has no other purpose she thought, and for a moment she could feel a slight response from the weapon, a slight vibration between her hands. Still keeping her eyes closed she let her bare feet slide across the practice mat, each movement imprinted in her muscle memory over the last three months. Abruptly she planted her feet and swung the spear in a tight circle over her head and snapped it down in front of her. Moving from offence to defence was as easy as breathing now, and with each thrust of the spear she breathed out and le