Akaza Stance Novels & Stories

I was wrong. It’s fucking hard, and at this point, I’m of the opinion that Kace is a fucking psycho. For the past two hours, we’ve been at it without a single break. Kace has been trying to teach me the proper fighting stance, and let’s just say, I’m failing at it—badly. “You have to stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, boss lady,” he said, circling me as he instructed. “Balance is everything—unless you want someone to kill you?”

she mouthed and stepped aside. Aria walked into the ring, keeping her face straight. “Stance,” Kael said. She bent into position, her fists up, her legs separated for enough balance. He circled her once. “Too rigid.” Aria exhaled. “You’re bracing,” he said. “You’ll break first like that.” She didn’t answer. He stepped in close, his hand brushing her elbow as he adjusted her guard. “Loosen up here.” His other hand pressed against her shoulder, slow and deliberate. “And drop this. You’re not bracing for a fall.”

{Not if I could help it,} Sasha thought. Now Aki was directly parallel to where he was standing; only she was sliding on her stomach feet-first to the middle bottom of the machine. Sasha executed a Zenpo Keri or forward kick, stomping with all his might while keeping his spine erect to maintain balance, which was characteristic of a Slayer’s Budo Taijutsu (martial art of distance).

“Focus on me, okay?” Erika drew a deep breath, nodding. “Okay.” “Good. Let’s begin.” The first lesson was deceptively simple: balance. Alessandro instructed her to hold a basic combat stance—feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, weight evenly distributed. “This might feel awkward at first,” he said, circling her like a predator assessing prey. “But without a strong stance, you’re vulnerable. No matter how strong or fast your opponent is, balance can tip the scales in your favor.”

"Gray Athena needs to watch out..." ~Haahh ~haahhh ~haahhh~ Her arms went numb from the force of the punch. If she hadn't activated her Chakra in time, she would have lost both of them. Somehow she didn't fall down and was still standing on her feet. She looked at him peculiarly. "I think that's enough of a warmup!" Aksha was standing with a smug face. Much to his surprise, Kiara waved her hand at him from 60mt away and gestured him to look at his wrist. A menacing grin appeared on her face. Akash looked at his hand and his mind froze for a split second.

Red Rose informed Destiny who merely nodded his head to show that he had heard what she said. “We must find a way to breach that sturdy armour if we are to have a chance at defeating that thing,” Destiny stated and adopted a sword stance. He pushed his left foot forward while orienting his sword horizontally, placing it right below his chin. His right leg was bent at a strange angle, making him look like a mix between a crab and a crane. It was a difficult picture to imagine, but there was no other way to describe the absurdity of his stance. Red Rose barely cast a glance at him before returning her concentration to the creature that was stomping its way towards them. Her actions suggested t

I fell into the first stance, my feet firmly planted, knees slightly bent, my weight evenly distributed. It was a basic stance, one I had practiced countless times before, but under Kaelen’s watchful eye, it felt as though I were performing it for the first time. Kaelen circled me, his eyes sharp and critical. "Your stance is solid, but you are too rigid. Relax your shoulders, allow your body to flow with the movement." I adjusted as instructed, feeling the subtle shift in balance. It was a minor change, but it made all the difference.

He was on the verge of saying Kiran was out of his depth. Master Azura didn't take action, just continued chanting. After about ten minutes, Aki stood there completely motionless, seemingly tranquil. Captain Han was even more delighted, clenching his fist excitedly, not forgetting to glance at Kiran, "Seeing is believing, right?" Kiran remained silent, his brow even more furrowed. "Evil creature! Kneel and submit!" Master Azura shouted angrily, stepping forward and pointing to the ground, about to make Aki kneel.

But if Kade was bringing them up, it meant they were real—and they were dangerous. “What do they want?” Ace asked, his voice low. Kade’s eyes bore into his. “Power. Control. And right now, they see you as either a threat or a tool. They’re waiting to see which one you become.” Ace let out a slow breath, leaning back in his chair. “And you? Where do you fit into all of this?” Kade’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “I’ve been on the sidelines for too long, Ace. I’m not interested in power plays or control. I’m here because...,” he paused, choosing his words carefully, “because someone I care about is in danger.”

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.