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Spontainious. Type three. Matt sighed as Kain put in his own view of the point Myr had made. Even though he would never admit it, Kain HAD just explained it in a better way now, to the point were he thought he understood completly. Still, it made sense. Three and four were closely related, as were one and two. But he'd never admit that.

He glanced at Kain for a second, but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned back to Myr after a second or two, letting her continue.

*blink blink*

Okay, so flexibility was what this was about. Matt actually wondered why he hadn't thought of this earlier, as Myr seemed to move like water. His first impression was that this would be easy, but as he watched Myr go from a arch into a handstand he had second thoughts. Maybe not as easy as he had thought after all.

Matt said nothing as he stood up, going through the position she had described in his head. He lifted his left leg to start, but paused, foot hanging in mid air. He glanced over at his boot, the one he had just been working on (it was his right) and slowly put his left foot down, instead lifting the right one and placing it on the inside of his theigh as she had said. His hands were extended at his sides for a few seconds to steady himself, then slowly they came to the center of his chest and he closed his eyes. He trembled for a moment, but relaxed and steadied himself.

It went on like this, slowly getting harder and harder as she had said. One even reminded him he had a sore neck. But he did them all, a few with a bit of difficulty... an a few with a bump on the head. But even though his mustles were sore, and his head and neck hurt, he was proud of himself for keeping up with her. Even if he was a bit slow.

Myr finished up soon enough, and Matt stood, doing what he now considered a simple stretch of simply extending your arms upward as far as you could. It seemed to help with the soreness. He put his cloak and boots back on, and slid his dagger back into place, then walked so he stood in front of Myr. He smiled warmly and copied the movements of the monk, followed by his own bow, with his right hand over his stomach and his left arm extened backwards behind him.

"Thank you for instructing me." He said simply. "You're a great teacher."

He turned and walked out of the room, smiling. While not exatly the most exciting training he had ever had, that was certainly interesting! Very eye opening. He walked back into his room, pulling out his notebook again, and (after a quick rub of his neck) began to write again.