My 20 short sprints in 20 Days is a way to stimulate your creative juice,

and just have some fun with writing. 

Write 500 or 5K words using the above prompt image.

Set a Timer for XX minutes... and Sprint!

Have a good time.

Time 11:10 - 12:10 

"Nothing worth having comes easy"

Kaiyou made Nyall tell the other fifth-years of the drills his father had made him do as a novice. He told them about combat shifting exercises and bar relays with shifting stations. He reminisced about falling into his skin at the finish of some days because he barely had the strength to carry the weight of his skin to eat and to bed. They all seemed shocked at the rigorousness of the Wemyss training until he got to posting.

"No way, Nyall." Terrance shook his head. "That's not possible. No one can jump and shift like that."

Kaiyou raised an eyebrow. "Just because you have not seen a skill does not mean it does not exist. The skills of the Wemyss are often considered fable. Who else does not believe it is possible?"

All the others raised their hands tentatively, even Bennett, who was quickly becoming Nyall's best friend. The Shogunate stood and waved for his trainees to remove their chairs, as he walked around placing small colored mats on the floor.

To Nyall, Kaiyou inclined his head. "Show them."

Nyall looked at the mats, "On the pillows? I have not jumped on pillows since I was a pup of three or four."

"Pretend they are pups and you are teaching them a new game," Kaiyou ordered over the grumbling of the others.

Shrugging, Nyall stripped out of his kilt, and stepped on the first mat. "Do ye want to call the shifts or do ye just want me to go?"

"Do it as quickly as you can, the way your father had you train Luca Dolbeau."

Nyall flinched slightly at the mention of Delilah's lost mate, Luca had been his friend, but he focused on making the ten jumps with shifting as quickly as possible. He never thought when he was training as a youth that his path would lead him here to train fellow Servants of the Moon.

The others gaped at him as he finished and turned back to the center of the room, then Kaiyou said, "Wolf."

Nyall jumped back to the previous mat, shifting to his wolf. As soon as his paws touched the mat, Kaiyou called, "Skin," and Nyall jumped, landing with one knee bent, ready to spring to the next.

"Beast."

"Skin."

"Beast."

Nyall's fighting form shifted smoothly before it landed. It tapped its toe claws on the mat in expectation, but Kaiyou didn't call any other shifts. Instead, the instructor turned back to his gawking students. Only eight had made it this far, Nyall made nine, but he was far further in his martial training than any of the others. Ketsu was training the eleven younger apprentice servants in years two through four of Wanderer training, leaving Nyall as the only first year. The brothers had talked and decided it was a boon to have Lyallfir's son to help with the martial training.

Kaiyou announced firmly, "By the time, we leave in the spring for the Eye of the Goddess, we will be posting and doing many of the other martial practices of the Wemyss Warrior Wolves....

TIME 1 hour, W/C 508

... Nothing worth having is easy. I suggest you pick young Nyall's brain on how to do this without falling and breaking something. Begin practicing; you have one week to learn."

Terrance made a disgruntled, dismissive sound, "It's impossible and a lot of good it did Wemyss, they all died." He ended up on his back with Nyall's warform snarling in his face.

"Stand down, Comhnyall." Kaiyou's alpha tone vibrated the room. Those standing dropped to their knees, but it only caused Nyall to blink at him.