51. Training II

I sat for a few more minutes in an attempt to level my breathing. Gwaine excused himself, walked back into the training school and returned after a few minutes.

“You ready?” He asked, proceeding to pull a blindfold out of his pocket.

“Would you let me rest a bit more if I say I’m not?” I asked, lifting myself off the ground.

“Not at all.”

“Why’d you bother asking then?” I asked, feigning anger. He shrugged his shoulders and that was the only response he gave.

“Now, we’re testing your ability to filter through the sounds around you.” He said, walking closer to where I stood.

“What does that mean?” I asked, clearly lost.

“It means that you have to focus on one single thing. This is the point where you let go of every single thought and noise and focus on just that one sound that you want to hear. It means that you focus so hard on it that even as faint as it may be or no matter the distance that it might be coming from, you can precisely pick it out and tell what it is.” Gwaine replied.