Uri - Start of the Journey

The Initial Training, Start of a Journey

What's a story without an origin? This is a simple scene, one where  Uri first discovered his potential with the art of fire, and how his practice slowly progresses over the years to come. He was always a late bloomer, even though he was skilled in unarmed combat, his true potential was always within the flames, and the stars. This initial step, would be the first of many towards the birth of the Aura of the Phoenix.

[00:07] Through punching down the tree and all his training prior to this day. Young Uri finally felt a hint of dormant power within. He took a breath as he punches again and again, the fury within each strike brought out a sort of rage from the pit of his soul.

That little bit of explosive rage, that deadly focus displayed itself as a spark, an ember of flame around his fist, causing Uri to step back. "Whoa, that flame... When did I?" He was curious about his own growth, but it was nothing he could boast on right now.

If he wanted to get better, he'd first have to get stronger, and so, he continued to punch down the trees. Even though he was a medic, he knew that the title of Phoenix was a strong one and something he needed to back up, no matter how difficult the training routine.

"I think I'll hit the hay after this next tree sis!" He says to Faira.
(Uri Sanctum)

For now, whilst his sister and many of his other relatives were asleep. Uri would go out and about, all in the efforts of collecting some coin. After all, he was broke, his parents had the money but he would need some of his own income while the Order was setting up. He needed to have his own method of gaining coin so that he could buy himself armor, and one day, weapons if he needed it truly.

Though for now, it was just coin for the sake of not being broke. There was no true goal, not even one to make himself wealthy simply off of lumber jacking. "Time to train my fist and my precision with his strikes... Maybe it will draw out his power of the flames from within. There was many possibilities of which could be done within the future. Though for now, it was as simple as him gaining control over the flames one day, maybe to one day become a master. Hopefully at least, for that was the goal.

“I need to catch up with my sister… I feel like I’m falling so far behind, but, maybe it is from my choice of profession… Knights do train day in and day out while us Medics? We conduct research very often.” He smiled. “I won’t bash my short comings, after all, I hail from the house of Sanctum… We embrace the struggle of weakness so that we may one day become strong.”

(Uri Sanctum)

[08:47] With there only being so much his young body could take. Uri would calm down, he would have himself taken a seat from the hard work. He was coming to discover his latent potential with the arts of fire, but with only a little ember to show for it. There wouldn't be too much of a story to tell, not much from where he was at anyway.

He huffed, and he puffed. "This is such work..." Uri gazed at the stars. Wondering just what journey would come out of this. So, he stared at his hand. "Am I a fluke?" Hw had to think about his grandparents journey. How they fought through many battles, how they lived with many stories to tell, and now, he wondered if he could even do the same one day..

"Can I truly get a grasp of Fire magic?" The attunement was there, but now, he needed to actually study the arts within. He had to focus on two things at once, his fighting stance as well as his concertation with fire. "A Burning will, that's all it will take right?" Uri asked himself again and again. "A Burning will, is it enough?" He smiled, because he was moved by what Inante told him, to seek strength through the stars.

"So, what should I do?" He gazed at the stars above.

"I guess I'm heading out on a bad start huh? Well, my names Uri... What's yours?" He lied on the ground. "Maybe, this isn't the right way to approach them... Maybe, like fire, I have to try and attune myself?" So Uri wondered about many facts, now, trying to bring that spark back upon his fist, through the stars guidance if he could manage it all.
(Uri Sanctum)

[10:24] From here, he assumed a good fighting stance. Breathing steadily as the air passes through his body. He kept a good simple focus on just his punches and from each punch, came an explosive energy... Was this fire itself? Uri was learning to make something more of himself as he works to earn coin for his family.

"Huh, there is that spark again," he says with a surprised expression. Now trying to truly focus on the fire within, "If only I could bring it out a tad bit more...TO be something more than a spark." He had to focus on the one thing that was on him. His body heat and how much he would gain through the hours of chopping down trees... And for every tree downed, another piece of focus and effort placed in the attempt of shrouding himself in pure fire.
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[11:22] Again, Uri was back at the fields of labor, surrounded by trees. He would continue to practice while he worked. "Alright, let's get to it sis!” He declares while assuming a good stance of focus, one of which he would build upon the mana he has molded thus far.

A warm breath for every strike. His mana being nurtured into the heat he will need for when he decides to truly pursue to art of fire. After all, he needed to learn the basics if he planned to become a master. No master is born all knowing and all wise.

With each strike, came a focused breath, an exhale as the power was released through a jab. His body got warmer over time and so did his mana, slowly building that heat like a pit of flames being made from a simple spark with wood as its fuel.
(Uri Sanctum)