Jumping Frog

393 AC - Kaw bursts out laughing after stealing the victory from me in the final milliseconds. She and her team were Altrun champions in the year 376 AC, when I was still a little kid with no real interest in the sport yet. Well, it's better late than never to analyze her style, which supposedly relied heavily on Avgrunn to gain more strength. I have much to learn from the elders, although I'm sure she'd give me a good slap if she heard me call her that. At least Waru would just roll his eyes because, well, his white hair is a bit of a giveaway. Dripping with sweat, I park my butt down and drink from my canteen. Kaw approaches.

She throws something at my face. It sticks to my nose and I swat it away with my hand. The frog jumps in front of me, then shoots me a look with disapproving eyes. The champion crouches down and asks me to watch it, to study its seemingly chaotic jumps. Hop, it takes off again! Its sudden leaps, its insane spring, its way of using its feet to stick to walls… By concentrating, I make a note of the ideas and concepts I could use to improve. And come to think of it, there are loads of things I could try to imitate, like its reflexes… As long as she doesn't ask me to try croaking too… that's all I ask.

KOJO