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[alongfallfromgrace]

Wei Wuxian has been out back every day. Every, day, for hours, putting himself through the training he knew as a child, as a young man. The progress has been painfully slow - Mo Xuanyu didn't do himself any favors through the years. This body is unused to sustained physical effort. It hasn't been fed or cared for properly, and resists gaining muscle or conditioning.

But Wei Wuxian is immensely stubborn.

So every day he is starting again.

Today he is out by the lake, with a sword in his hands. It's not a proper blade. It's not like Suibian, his reclaimed sword that is now waiting for him in Cloud Recesses. It's a carved length of wood - the correct length and heft of a sword, but there is no spiritual strength needed.

He's resigned to the fact that it's much more likely he'll get an acceptable amount of physical strength long before he convinces this new golden core to do much more than exist.

He'll take existence. That's a gift he never thought to gain.

So he's out by the lake, carefully working through Yunmeng Jiang forms at quarter speed, focusing on making each movement as close to perfect as he can manage.


(OOC: RP, the it's too hot outside so I'm hiding inside by the portable AC version :D)