Writing t3

Eiko's writing continued in order to completely master these arts, flourishing into a beautiful art. That was the idea atleast behind it atleast. He'd look down at it, placing his pen on the ink, and tapping it a few times. Now came the next part of the Yatogari name, after the t, it was yet another o to write. [1]

Eiko began to write here, starting to pick up the pase with another letter, he had began getting better. Practicing writing various letters in the alphabet through practicing. The Arcadian alphabet was completely different from the characters normally used. [2]

Eiko planned to continue, hoping that hsi writing would be something of extreme preciseness, able to be written with such clarity,  that it could be considered art. Beau's pen was palced on paper once more, poking at it, and he continued writing. [3]

He was left off after the o, meaning. the next was a g, which had slight issues with it. It dipped underneath the line, unlike most letters in the Arcadian language. Each letter had a base, or that was the idea behind what Beau learned about it. [4]

In this case, the base of the g, was the more circular part, it was drawn, before Beau slid their line around it, and ended it with a cirve. Something similar to a g, combined with a j so to speak. Mixing the two, near perfectly, that it looked like he had it right from the start. [5]

Another a, vowels are very, very common in this language, with nearly every word having atleast one vowel in it. Eiko wrote that a, starting with a line, followed by shifting the letter, and making the cirle like part in the a. Eiko twirled it around. [6]

He put pen to paper, getting closer to the end of his name in Arcadian. After the a, was of course r The letter r was actually a bit easy for him to deal with, the pen starting at the top. He'd draw it downward at first, and silently raised it upward in a curve.[7]

The curve in the r was drawn with the lwoercase r, completing something, that completely the r, which if written in a wrong, or sloppy way could just look like two lines. Just the slightest shift, gives it, it sown character. Beau once again pulled the pen away from it, holding it up. [8]

The last letter of course, was the simple i. He just had to start from the bottom, and slightly raised drew upward, cutting short far before he reached the top of the line so to speak. He'd pull his pen out, and gave it a dot, allowing the last i, to be the end of the Yatogari name. [9]

Eiko looked at his last name, a last name that he put plenty of pride in. Yet, for most of his life, he didn't even claim it as a last name. He just used it one day, because he could learn Yatogari techniques. It was the closest thing he had to family. Honestly, he wondered if they knew. [10]

If they knew he wasn't actually a Yatogari. Eiko sighed, as he continued writing on the paper, continuing to practice his handwriting as he put pen to paper. Eyes lazer focusing on the paper. Now it was about time, he had practiced even better, in another way this time. [11]

Eiko took out a paper written by computers and laid it infront of him. Writing like this was especially heartless. However, there was a level of eligibiltiy, that typing certainly had, and pasting aswell. In this case, writing and copying what was here would be a test to see if he can write like that. [12]

Artful, and pretty writing was one thing, but writing in a way that everyone could survive would be a huge boon. He had looked down at the Trinity paper he had taken from his old days in, well Trinity. The sheets handed out to each student to do their work at hime. Homework! [13]

The homework outlined what they needed to do for the lcass normally. They needed to write down what they normally ate day by day, and for extra credit, write down what they normally ate. I tseemed simple enough, it was fairly easy to do actually. The Yatogari nodded, accepting that. [14]

Eiko slowly  dipped his pen in ink, and placed the pen on the paper, pressing against it. Ink dripped on it, as Eiko tried to copy what was written on the paper. The letters were so uniformed, almost perfectly so. Each tiny part of it being made to fit perfectly and match everything else seemlessly. [15]

There was no real room for error, unless you didn't know how to read, or the instructor messed up in some way. SoAS everything else was written somewhat perfectly, in the oddest of ways. Eiko was still trying to copy the precision of this thing. [16]

Eiko continued trying to master the art of proper pennminship, even with this. Learning the absence of self was an important type of thing when it came to this. So he wouldn't hold bak, even in this case. The young Yatogari's pennminship slightly improving each time! [17]

A breath was taken, well he had learned how to make it look more uniform, with a combination of passive field, and eye-sight, he had, atleast a bit of a talent when it came to writing. Something he noted and was a bit proud of. He still doesn't know why he's acting in such a way though. [18]

What spawned this? He'll likely never know, for now though he works more on speed, using a pen to write down on his paper. His eyes look around, trying to track down everything he could see, writing it as fast as he could as his eyes looked around. The first thing he saw in this room was the ceiling. [19]

The ceiling was covered in wood. He wrote it down silently about that fact, and wrote about the fact there was a bug crawling from it. IT crawled from one side to another, yet....it seemed different in some way. Describing it, in writing he felt every detail was important. [20]

The bug looked like a beetle type bug, something he never really cared about. It had to spread its armor so to speak, and then flap its wings rapidly, flying around with its hardened carapace. Eiko gave a small laugh, while noting that, something he really didn't care about before. [21]

The bug had small black spots, and was surrounded by red. It had two, somewhat thick antennas, with it curved upward. The 'feet' weren't as openly seen as others.  There was something even more weird, that Eiko noted, there were two white spots too. [22]

All this written down as he wrote down the description. Knowing how to write fast enough to keep up with things, was just amazing in itself. Now to write about the ceiling above himself. The idea to become a proper writer, was something he acutally had. [23]

They were several segmented wooden areas, each in a square on the ceiling. This created a very well defined ceiling, and floor for the floor up there. Though this meant the bug occasionally came out of view due to crawling behind the segmented areas. [24]

He had continued writing, trying to take in almost everything abotu this place, absorbing them into his mind and soul. The only way he could do it better, is if he drew it. Drawing and writing...what an amazing combo, he wonderes if he should learn how to draw. [25]

The effects of the sword were taking root, with him wanting to move on into more and more creative outputs. Even something like Poetry was now within grasp. Eiko breathed in deeply, and looked outside this time, watching the world outside, and noted the weather. [26]

It had been raiing lately as usual, he notes. His eyes looking around, the area looked to have some level of thin fog, likely from the rain of course. It create da misty light, and even the two suns seemed to have issues penetrating through both the clouds and fogs. [27]

Eiko continued writing this down. His eyes looked at the two white spots up above, the coloration of the sun being 'ruined' or at the very least obscured by the clouds. The clouds themselves managing to act as a filter of some kind for the sun. This allows him the ability to look up. [28]

Eiko noted the dampening, of light gav ea more or less 'even' level of light to th entire area, but even with two suns...it was surprisingly cool. Writing all these things down, allowed Eiko to think about it more, putting words and descriptions to places. [29]

the outside world was so interesting, but it was rarely looked upon with detail,s ince it was so mundane. The trees out here, they had such unique leaves here. Beau noted how many points they had, and how  they were shaped compared to eachother. Even in their liquid form. [30]