Siegbert┆Starter Call
COMING to a halt after some distance was put between father and son, Xander observed Siegbert’s approach to prepare for his next move. However, as he did, something caught his attention. ❝Wait just a moment,❞ he said, his tone tinged with a hint of sternness. Brown eyes looked his son over for a moment before his brow furrowed. While his expression might have come across as angry, what Xander felt more than anything was concern: ❝Your stance isn’t as sharp as usual.❞
Siegbert was skilled in the ways of the sword and the lance, as he had been training to use both in combat for quite some time now. He’d always had a strong work ethic. While this was admirable and Xander was proud of his son, he was worried that this motivation would end up hurting him.
❝You haven’t been overexerting yourself, have you? Surely you know that such things will only hinder your progress.❞ Xander had told him as much more than once. While he understood the drive to train as much as you could in as little time as possible, doing so often led to exhaustion and unnecessary injury—things that he didn’t wish to see happen to Siegbert if he could help it.