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“Right. Okay. Where do we start?”
I shouldn’t have asked. That launched what I thought of as boot camp for novice thieves. We started with avoidance exercises. These consisted of learning how to disappear in crowds, melting into shadows when someone was specifically looking for me, and appearing innocuous. We had to buy me more new clothes to blend in and be nondescript.
Arach was a patient teacher, but every now and again I’d catch his lips tightening in annoyance and I’d have to shove away the worry that he’d give up on me. He’d been doing these tricks for well over half a century. I was learning them now. He tried to teach me how to pick pockets, but I wasn’t any good at it, and finally told him it was his job. He conceded the point and moved on.
Then he started teaching me fighting techniques, particularly hand-to-hand combat. I rarely disliked anything enough to feel strongly about it, but my emotional state when it came to those lessons made it difficult to concentrate. After yet another failed attempt to block his blow and disarm him, I started to hum as the anger overrode all my defenses. Flames licked along my arms and I had to breathe a few moments to calm them. That they calmed almost immediately was one small victory.
“Why do I have to learn how to fight? I’m a sorceress here. Fighting is for soldiers.” I stomped away from him to cool down and to catch my breath.
“I’m not teaching you how to fight, Matsuko. I’m teaching you how to deflect and avoid.” Arach’s voice held patient firmness. “I will defend you as much as possible, but I can’t be everywhere at once.”