C.R. Daems - Kazak 2 - The Unthinkable Read Online Free
Author: C. R. Daems
Tags: Science-Fiction
staring at him. "They're warmed up, ready, and yours for the next two hours." That elicited a few smiles.
"What if we have to use the ladies' room?" the blond beauty, Diana, asked.
"For now, you'll either have to grin and bear it until the break at noon, or piss in your pants. Eventually, you will learn to control it or tolerate wet pants and the smell." I climbed to the top of the bleachers and sat, as Gabe got them organized and began with simple stances, blocks, and punches. When he finished, he explained the bowing procedure, which began and ended each class. I joined him shortly afterward.
"Students, you have the next hour free. You will be back here at 1:00 o'clock." I had no sooner finished and there was a mad rush for the door to the barracks. "Well, Gabe, what do you think?"
"I have to admit, I almost panicked facing so many women at one time. My classes are usually small and mixed. You were a little hard on them, though. I wouldn't mind if one needed to be excused to use the bathroom. When you need to go..."
"I'd mind. They want to be Kazaks. This is the inglorious part of being one."
"Touche. Jianyu was right. I saw only the glory of being a Kazak. I'm looking forward to watching the change over the year. Well, I'm off to my day job. See you tomorrow."
A few minutes to 1:00 p.m., everyone had assembled. "Now that you are all rested, we are going to spend the next hour exercising." Sighs and groans followed. Without further comment, I led them through a series of strength exercises, stopping about ten minutes to the hour.
At 2:00, Jianyu entered the room and we bowed to each other.
"Welcome, Master Jianyu. Students!" At that, everyone stood and turned their attention to me. "This is Master Jianyu. You will refer to him as Master Jianyu. If you succeed in becoming a Kazak, it will be because of what this man will teach you." I bowed to Jianyu and returned to the bleachers.
"Master Lynn is very generous. I will teach you how to protect yourself against stronger and more aggressive opponents. However, if you want to be a Kazak, she is your model. Master Lynn is the embodiment of the old Samurai-honor unto death-an old custom brought to life in the Kazaks." He then began with a few simple Tai Ji moves. When the two hours were up, I came back down to stand beside him.
"You have two hours to eat and do whatever you want until 6:00, when you will assemble back here. Dismissed." It sounded like a cattle stampede as they rushed towards the door leading to the dining room and barracks. I smiled at Jianyu. "Wait until they find out that today was a light workout."
"It will be interesting to see the swords take shape from the raw metal these students represent today." Jianyu bowed and left.
***
They were all in place by 6:00. Jody, the girl I thought had been in gangs judging by her tattoos and mannerisms, raised her hand more to be recognized than requesting permission.
"Why do you stand and eat. And why do you watch us during meals. Can't you give us a rest?" Several of the others nodded. They obviously had the same thought.
"The hour right after diner will be a critique session. Your opportunity to get your questions answered and my time to comment on the day or give you advice. So, to answer your question, I am a Kazak. Someday, that will explain everything. Until then..." I paused before continuing. "You are in a sense my clients; therefore, you see a Kazak in action. I stand and eat so I can evaluate my environment. In this case, that includes each of you. I eat only things I can hold in one hand leaving the other one free. If something were to happen, I would be in action before you knew it was happening."
"How do you survive the tension?" Megan, the redhead, asked, followed immediately by Carla.
"Don't you care what you eat?"
"It would be very tense for you to do that today," I admitted. "To me it's the normal state of awareness that I need to protect my client. Assassins and even thugs normally will
"What if we have to use the ladies' room?" the blond beauty, Diana, asked.
"For now, you'll either have to grin and bear it until the break at noon, or piss in your pants. Eventually, you will learn to control it or tolerate wet pants and the smell." I climbed to the top of the bleachers and sat, as Gabe got them organized and began with simple stances, blocks, and punches. When he finished, he explained the bowing procedure, which began and ended each class. I joined him shortly afterward.
"Students, you have the next hour free. You will be back here at 1:00 o'clock." I had no sooner finished and there was a mad rush for the door to the barracks. "Well, Gabe, what do you think?"
"I have to admit, I almost panicked facing so many women at one time. My classes are usually small and mixed. You were a little hard on them, though. I wouldn't mind if one needed to be excused to use the bathroom. When you need to go..."
"I'd mind. They want to be Kazaks. This is the inglorious part of being one."
"Touche. Jianyu was right. I saw only the glory of being a Kazak. I'm looking forward to watching the change over the year. Well, I'm off to my day job. See you tomorrow."
A few minutes to 1:00 p.m., everyone had assembled. "Now that you are all rested, we are going to spend the next hour exercising." Sighs and groans followed. Without further comment, I led them through a series of strength exercises, stopping about ten minutes to the hour.
At 2:00, Jianyu entered the room and we bowed to each other.
"Welcome, Master Jianyu. Students!" At that, everyone stood and turned their attention to me. "This is Master Jianyu. You will refer to him as Master Jianyu. If you succeed in becoming a Kazak, it will be because of what this man will teach you." I bowed to Jianyu and returned to the bleachers.
"Master Lynn is very generous. I will teach you how to protect yourself against stronger and more aggressive opponents. However, if you want to be a Kazak, she is your model. Master Lynn is the embodiment of the old Samurai-honor unto death-an old custom brought to life in the Kazaks." He then began with a few simple Tai Ji moves. When the two hours were up, I came back down to stand beside him.
"You have two hours to eat and do whatever you want until 6:00, when you will assemble back here. Dismissed." It sounded like a cattle stampede as they rushed towards the door leading to the dining room and barracks. I smiled at Jianyu. "Wait until they find out that today was a light workout."
"It will be interesting to see the swords take shape from the raw metal these students represent today." Jianyu bowed and left.
***
They were all in place by 6:00. Jody, the girl I thought had been in gangs judging by her tattoos and mannerisms, raised her hand more to be recognized than requesting permission.
"Why do you stand and eat. And why do you watch us during meals. Can't you give us a rest?" Several of the others nodded. They obviously had the same thought.
"The hour right after diner will be a critique session. Your opportunity to get your questions answered and my time to comment on the day or give you advice. So, to answer your question, I am a Kazak. Someday, that will explain everything. Until then..." I paused before continuing. "You are in a sense my clients; therefore, you see a Kazak in action. I stand and eat so I can evaluate my environment. In this case, that includes each of you. I eat only things I can hold in one hand leaving the other one free. If something were to happen, I would be in action before you knew it was happening."
"How do you survive the tension?" Megan, the redhead, asked, followed immediately by Carla.
"Don't you care what you eat?"
"It would be very tense for you to do that today," I admitted. "To me it's the normal state of awareness that I need to protect my client. Assassins and even thugs normally will
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