The following days were unfortunately quite a bit more boring than his first lesson with Igrette. After that mock spar, she never had him train in combat like that anymore. She said that she had never intended to teach him anything more than basic stances and striking form, and since he already had those down, there was nothing for him to learn. Not until he had at least a working understanding of his own anatomy.Luckily, that did not mean that their lessons outside were ending, and as much as Jonny hated to admit it, he had Tommy to thank for that. Jonny might not have had much left to learn, but Tommy did, so they still held brief combat lessons outside. Jonny mostly tuned Igrette out and focused on punching and kicking the straw dummy she had brought, but he occasionally checked in to see how Tommy was doing. The answer was… not great.Tommy wasn’t unathletic, and he was fairly active, but it seemed to Jonny like he had no talent for this. Maybe it was just because he was young, but Tommy did not seem to understand the application of bodily force. He didn’t understand how to rotate through his hips, or drive with his legs, and he was terrible at keeping his arms properly aligned. He was improving steadily with Igrette’s instruction, but his natural understanding of how his body worked seemed severely lacking.Jonny took great pleasure in that, and it was not entirely shadenfreude. The other half of their combat lessons, the anatomy half, was a place where Tommy excelled and Jonny struggled. Jonny had a good intuitive understanding of his body, but trying to memorize the diagrams Igrette showed, and knowing how each muscle, tendon, and ligament connected, and how many bones were in each limb and things like that had (...)