He felt like he was ready. He'd already learned almost every other skill at an astounding rate, learning and mastering each one faster than those twice his size. But this is where everyone struggled, normally taking three times as long as any other skill to fully master, and that's if they were to practice hours upon hours every day. The ones who finished faster were the ones who would fight through the difficulty, pain, and tears to truly dedicate themselves to the skill, and even then they would learn it twice as slow as the other skills. Those were the people who would succeed, and Duke thought...he knew he was one of them.
He sat on a rough, cylindrical log cut from a mighty oak that had been felled by his ancestors long ago. It was the seat that, at a traditional Meeting of the Chiefs, was reserved for the highest members of the village. It was the seat of dominance, and by taking it, Justen was sending a message: he was here to learn, he was here to practice, he was here to maste