Not Sweaty

Austria, August 26th 1803

12:12 AM

Lukas sighed softly before crossing his arms. "Anyway, what was the training with him like?" he asked.

Luther shrugged his shoulders. "Well... it was just as he described: it wasn't hard per se, however, I had to change a lot about me," he replied.

Lukas scoffed softly. "Yeah, I can see it," he commented before standing up and taking a few steps forward before turning to Luther. "But... what did you do back then?" the blonde boy asked.

Luther put his left hand under his chin. "Hm... well, I meditated, a lot. I actually still have that habit, and believe it, that has helped me a lot," he answered. "And there were a lot of other tasks, most of them were meant to relax, and gain a deep awareness of myself, and also spare myself from instantaneous forms of pleasure. But the main task was truly mediation," the black-haired boy explained.