[Legend of Sun Knight] fic: A Vice-Captain's Tale - Suggestion #5
Title: A Vice-Captain's Tale - Suggestion #5
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,670
Summary: The vice-captains of the Twelve Holy Knights never thought that their jobs would differ so vastly from their expectations. Tyler has really been missing out.
Notes: Have some more crack. 8D
Suggestion #4: Buy New Clothes
Suggestion #5: Enjoy Your Food
My physique was not really good enough for a leotard, was it? Vice-Captain Moon had really gone out of his way to acquire a leotard that was just like my captain's.
I held it up. The material was... was that the wall I see through it?
That does it then. Back to training.
After taking care of the day's duties, I headed to the training grounds. However, before I managed to reach my destination, Vice-Captain Ice waylaid me.
I was immediately wary. Recently, there was something about training and people stopping me in the middle of it. It was happening more often than I liked, and now it seemed that I wouldn't even be able to reach the training grounds.
Thankfully, my worries were put to rest when he nodded at me.
Ah, does he want to join me?
He was never one to speak much, just like his captain. In fact, most of the Ice Knight Platoon was stoic. It always amazed me how much they could communicate with what they weren't saying. All Knight-Captain Ice had to do was incline his head and his platoon would know what to do. Truly something all platoons should aim for.
We sparred for quite a long while. His swordsmanship was top notch. The same went for the rest of the Ice Knight Platoon, no doubt because they were super diligent with their training. I would always see them at the training grounds long past normal hours.
"Not bad," he finally said.
From him, that was high praise.
"My captain and I have been sparring frequently," I explained. I could never hope to come close to Captain's fluid movements, his absolute efficiency with not a single wasted action, but despite my shortcomings, training with him meant my own skills were improving greatly. Maybe one day I could eventually achieve just the tiniest bit of my captain's greatness!
He nodded. After we sheathed our swords, he lifted his head to the side.
Did he want me to follow him?
...I followed him.
We reached another section of the training grounds. I was not surprised to see more of the Ice Knight Platoon training there. They were truly very diligent!
I stood at the side with their vice-captain, watching their training. I half wanted to shout out, "Excellent parry!" and other such exclamations, but the ice knights were all so silent while they trained that I kept my praises to myself. Caught up as I was in admiring their form, I almost didn't notice when Vice-Captain Ice left my side.
Glancing over, I saw that he had made his way to the far side of the courtyard. He looked back at me, clearly wanting me to follow him.
After one last lingering glance at the other ice knights, I followed their vice-captain once more. When I reached the side of the courtyard, I noticed that there was a table set up there, and it even had fancy tablecloth draping down from it. On top of the table were pastries of all kinds.
I blinked, surprised at the small feast they had. Vice-Captain Ice frowned at the food, but when he turned to me, the frown was gone. He gestured at the table. When I saw that he had taken one of the pastries for himself, I also took one.
Did he prepare all of these desserts for the platoon? How thoughtful of him!
It was also truly very kind of him to invite me along after our spar. I had to admit that I was a little hungry with how much energy we had expended.
I bit into the cream puff I'd taken, the texture light and tender. Food tasted best after a hard bout of training and even better with great company. As we ate, several ice knights wandered over to grab pastries as well. After they hurriedly wolfed down their food, they then returned to their training with even more energy.
Although Vice-Captain Ice remained quiet the entire time, he looked on approvingly each time one of the ice knights came over to the table. It surprised me how these silent ice knights were so animated while they ate, expressions of bliss coming over their faces, the pastries disappearing before I could even blink. Eventually, the pastries on the table dwindled down until there were only a few pieces left. Vice-Captain Ice took some himself, and he indicated for me to eat some too.
"Thanks for the offer, but I should refrain," I said. I had already eaten quite a few. Although I did put in extra training every day, eating more than my normal share would mean that it would take even longer for me to become satisfied with my physique.
I recalled what I had left behind in my room. I seriously had my work cut out for me, so I couldn't overindulge here!
However, Vice-Captain Ice gazed at me without blinking. He held up the last cream puff. Faced with such stoic, unblinking urging, I reluctantly took the cream puff.
It was good.
But when I took my bite, Vice-Captain Ice shook his head at me. I frowned and paused, not knowing the reason for his displeasure.
Finally, he opened his mouth to say, "Like this."
He took a huge bite out of his chosen pastry. Then he closed his eyes as he chewed, and he even raised one hand to his cheek as he savored the taste. At last, one eye cracked open to regard my reaction.
I stared. I hadn't known he could look that content.
He even licked his fingers clean. "Gotta enjoy the food," he eventually said.
"...Okay," I said.
I had once heard mention that enjoying your food meant that you would get more out of it. Perhaps this was the secret behind how the ice knights were able to train for so long?
I looked down at the half-eaten cream puff in my hands, fully intending to enjoy the flavor as much as I could... but it was difficult to do when I was already quite full.
When I finally finished eating my small little cream puff, I suddenly smelled the scent of freshly baked bread. It would have smelled heavenly... if only I'd smelled it an hour ago. I looked up and saw a tray of bread coming our way, bobbing up and down.
Immediately, Vice-Captain Ice stepped forward to help the bearer of the tray with the bread. Once he took the tray, I saw that the person holding the tray was none other than Knight-Captain Ice himself.
Both captain and vice-captain spoke not a word as they approached the table to set the bread out on it. Knight-Captain Ice glanced over the empty table, his gaze lingering on the trays that now only held crumbs. Not a moment ago, there were still a few pastries there, but now the table was completely empty.
He stacked the trays and replaced them with baskets of bread.
Oh, is Knight-Captain Ice the one who prepared the pastries?
No wonder they tasted so good!
Perhaps in a bread store, I might have heard the workers shout, "The bread's done!" but here there was no such shout. Despite the silence, the ice knights stopped sparring one-by-one and began approaching the table.
Knight-Captain Ice gave his subordinates a nod, and then the ice knights began digging in. Based on how they were practically inhaling the bread, you wouldn't have thought that they had just eaten a table full of pastries. They made the bread look super delicious.
Beside me, Vice-Captain Ice was also eating with much gusto. Several knights saluted their captain and then returned to training. Vice-Captain Ice thanked his captain by sharing some meaningful glances with him. At least, I thought that was what he was doing. Then, he joined the rest of the ice knights, leaving me alone with his captain.
I glanced at the ice knights, and then I looked over at their captain. "They're really super diligent," I said.
Knight-Captain Ice nodded. His eyes slid toward the bread on the table before darting back at me. Even though I was already really full, I could tell that he wanted me to try some.
My practice with his vice-captain has really helped me read non verbal cues...
Recalling what my fellow vice-captain had just told me, I picked up a piece of bread and imagined it to be the most delicious thing I'd ever eaten. It wasn't hard -- it really was delicious -- but I was also very full. Still, I must have passed inspection because Knight-Captain Ice patted me on the shoulder before leaving. He seemed pleased.
Stomach super full, I decided to join everyone else in their training. I would have to work even harder now.
...I wonder if they're trying to work off all they had just eaten...
I stilled. No wonder they train so much!
The moment their captain left their sight, the ice knights all exchanged a look, their shoulders tense. Then, in perfect unison -- I really admired their silent camaraderie -- they all... pivoted and stampeded in a mad dash to leave the training grounds.
I stared, baffled. "Where are all of you going?" I blurted. It felt wrong to break the silence in such a way, but I couldn't stop myself this time.
Vice-Captain Ice was hugging his stomach. Several of the others were also hugging their stomachs. He took pity on me and said:
"Bathroom."
I blinked. ...Food poisoning? But the food tasted fine...
It took no time at all for the courtyard to empty out. I stood frozen for a moment, as I was now the only person left, but then I decided I might as well train by myself, like what I had intended to do before Vice-Captain Ice waylaid me.
And before I had eaten way more than I should have.
I can see the wall through the material... No, stop thinking about it...
Heart wailing at how I'd eaten so much when I knew what was waiting for me back in my room, I threw myself into my drills as if my life depended on it.
The Fifth Suggestion for Serving Your Captain: Enjoy Your Food (It Will Make Your Captain Happy, and You Will Become a Better Swordsman too...Even if You Must Make Several Trips to the Bathroom)
to be continued
(Nooo, Tyler, it wasn't food poisoning. They just ate too much. Ice... don't feed your platoon so much... If it wasn't because of how much they train to work it all off, you would have a platoon of pigs...)
Suggestion #6: Save Some Money
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,670
Summary: The vice-captains of the Twelve Holy Knights never thought that their jobs would differ so vastly from their expectations. Tyler has really been missing out.
Notes: Have some more crack. 8D
Suggestion #4: Buy New Clothes
Suggestion #5: Enjoy Your Food
My physique was not really good enough for a leotard, was it? Vice-Captain Moon had really gone out of his way to acquire a leotard that was just like my captain's.
I held it up. The material was... was that the wall I see through it?
That does it then. Back to training.
After taking care of the day's duties, I headed to the training grounds. However, before I managed to reach my destination, Vice-Captain Ice waylaid me.
I was immediately wary. Recently, there was something about training and people stopping me in the middle of it. It was happening more often than I liked, and now it seemed that I wouldn't even be able to reach the training grounds.
Thankfully, my worries were put to rest when he nodded at me.
Ah, does he want to join me?
He was never one to speak much, just like his captain. In fact, most of the Ice Knight Platoon was stoic. It always amazed me how much they could communicate with what they weren't saying. All Knight-Captain Ice had to do was incline his head and his platoon would know what to do. Truly something all platoons should aim for.
We sparred for quite a long while. His swordsmanship was top notch. The same went for the rest of the Ice Knight Platoon, no doubt because they were super diligent with their training. I would always see them at the training grounds long past normal hours.
"Not bad," he finally said.
From him, that was high praise.
"My captain and I have been sparring frequently," I explained. I could never hope to come close to Captain's fluid movements, his absolute efficiency with not a single wasted action, but despite my shortcomings, training with him meant my own skills were improving greatly. Maybe one day I could eventually achieve just the tiniest bit of my captain's greatness!
He nodded. After we sheathed our swords, he lifted his head to the side.
Did he want me to follow him?
...I followed him.
We reached another section of the training grounds. I was not surprised to see more of the Ice Knight Platoon training there. They were truly very diligent!
I stood at the side with their vice-captain, watching their training. I half wanted to shout out, "Excellent parry!" and other such exclamations, but the ice knights were all so silent while they trained that I kept my praises to myself. Caught up as I was in admiring their form, I almost didn't notice when Vice-Captain Ice left my side.
Glancing over, I saw that he had made his way to the far side of the courtyard. He looked back at me, clearly wanting me to follow him.
After one last lingering glance at the other ice knights, I followed their vice-captain once more. When I reached the side of the courtyard, I noticed that there was a table set up there, and it even had fancy tablecloth draping down from it. On top of the table were pastries of all kinds.
I blinked, surprised at the small feast they had. Vice-Captain Ice frowned at the food, but when he turned to me, the frown was gone. He gestured at the table. When I saw that he had taken one of the pastries for himself, I also took one.
Did he prepare all of these desserts for the platoon? How thoughtful of him!
It was also truly very kind of him to invite me along after our spar. I had to admit that I was a little hungry with how much energy we had expended.
I bit into the cream puff I'd taken, the texture light and tender. Food tasted best after a hard bout of training and even better with great company. As we ate, several ice knights wandered over to grab pastries as well. After they hurriedly wolfed down their food, they then returned to their training with even more energy.
Although Vice-Captain Ice remained quiet the entire time, he looked on approvingly each time one of the ice knights came over to the table. It surprised me how these silent ice knights were so animated while they ate, expressions of bliss coming over their faces, the pastries disappearing before I could even blink. Eventually, the pastries on the table dwindled down until there were only a few pieces left. Vice-Captain Ice took some himself, and he indicated for me to eat some too.
"Thanks for the offer, but I should refrain," I said. I had already eaten quite a few. Although I did put in extra training every day, eating more than my normal share would mean that it would take even longer for me to become satisfied with my physique.
I recalled what I had left behind in my room. I seriously had my work cut out for me, so I couldn't overindulge here!
However, Vice-Captain Ice gazed at me without blinking. He held up the last cream puff. Faced with such stoic, unblinking urging, I reluctantly took the cream puff.
It was good.
But when I took my bite, Vice-Captain Ice shook his head at me. I frowned and paused, not knowing the reason for his displeasure.
Finally, he opened his mouth to say, "Like this."
He took a huge bite out of his chosen pastry. Then he closed his eyes as he chewed, and he even raised one hand to his cheek as he savored the taste. At last, one eye cracked open to regard my reaction.
I stared. I hadn't known he could look that content.
He even licked his fingers clean. "Gotta enjoy the food," he eventually said.
"...Okay," I said.
I had once heard mention that enjoying your food meant that you would get more out of it. Perhaps this was the secret behind how the ice knights were able to train for so long?
I looked down at the half-eaten cream puff in my hands, fully intending to enjoy the flavor as much as I could... but it was difficult to do when I was already quite full.
When I finally finished eating my small little cream puff, I suddenly smelled the scent of freshly baked bread. It would have smelled heavenly... if only I'd smelled it an hour ago. I looked up and saw a tray of bread coming our way, bobbing up and down.
Immediately, Vice-Captain Ice stepped forward to help the bearer of the tray with the bread. Once he took the tray, I saw that the person holding the tray was none other than Knight-Captain Ice himself.
Both captain and vice-captain spoke not a word as they approached the table to set the bread out on it. Knight-Captain Ice glanced over the empty table, his gaze lingering on the trays that now only held crumbs. Not a moment ago, there were still a few pastries there, but now the table was completely empty.
He stacked the trays and replaced them with baskets of bread.
Oh, is Knight-Captain Ice the one who prepared the pastries?
No wonder they tasted so good!
Perhaps in a bread store, I might have heard the workers shout, "The bread's done!" but here there was no such shout. Despite the silence, the ice knights stopped sparring one-by-one and began approaching the table.
Knight-Captain Ice gave his subordinates a nod, and then the ice knights began digging in. Based on how they were practically inhaling the bread, you wouldn't have thought that they had just eaten a table full of pastries. They made the bread look super delicious.
Beside me, Vice-Captain Ice was also eating with much gusto. Several knights saluted their captain and then returned to training. Vice-Captain Ice thanked his captain by sharing some meaningful glances with him. At least, I thought that was what he was doing. Then, he joined the rest of the ice knights, leaving me alone with his captain.
I glanced at the ice knights, and then I looked over at their captain. "They're really super diligent," I said.
Knight-Captain Ice nodded. His eyes slid toward the bread on the table before darting back at me. Even though I was already really full, I could tell that he wanted me to try some.
My practice with his vice-captain has really helped me read non verbal cues...
Recalling what my fellow vice-captain had just told me, I picked up a piece of bread and imagined it to be the most delicious thing I'd ever eaten. It wasn't hard -- it really was delicious -- but I was also very full. Still, I must have passed inspection because Knight-Captain Ice patted me on the shoulder before leaving. He seemed pleased.
Stomach super full, I decided to join everyone else in their training. I would have to work even harder now.
...I wonder if they're trying to work off all they had just eaten...
I stilled. No wonder they train so much!
The moment their captain left their sight, the ice knights all exchanged a look, their shoulders tense. Then, in perfect unison -- I really admired their silent camaraderie -- they all... pivoted and stampeded in a mad dash to leave the training grounds.
I stared, baffled. "Where are all of you going?" I blurted. It felt wrong to break the silence in such a way, but I couldn't stop myself this time.
Vice-Captain Ice was hugging his stomach. Several of the others were also hugging their stomachs. He took pity on me and said:
"Bathroom."
I blinked. ...Food poisoning? But the food tasted fine...
It took no time at all for the courtyard to empty out. I stood frozen for a moment, as I was now the only person left, but then I decided I might as well train by myself, like what I had intended to do before Vice-Captain Ice waylaid me.
And before I had eaten way more than I should have.
I can see the wall through the material... No, stop thinking about it...
Heart wailing at how I'd eaten so much when I knew what was waiting for me back in my room, I threw myself into my drills as if my life depended on it.
The Fifth Suggestion for Serving Your Captain: Enjoy Your Food (It Will Make Your Captain Happy, and You Will Become a Better Swordsman too...Even if You Must Make Several Trips to the Bathroom)
to be continued
(Nooo, Tyler, it wasn't food poisoning. They just ate too much. Ice... don't feed your platoon so much... If it wasn't because of how much they train to work it all off, you would have a platoon of pigs...)
Suggestion #6: Save Some Money