On Thursday I fought only a few sets because the rattan was SO worn out. It wouldn't flow. Maybe I was a little off, but the rattan was not helping.
Monday rolled around again as it always does. I largely squandered my weekend and avoided making a new sword. For some reason I alway see this as an onerous task, I would apparently rather fight with a broom, making it nearly impossible to land a good blow.
Yet, here we were again. Monday after work. Old worn out rattan. If I went to practice with it I wasn't going to fight. So I grabbed new rattan and craved up a sword.
For the past 5 or 6 iterations I have been carving my handle a certain way. It is a sort of modified saber grip, fatter at the top than at the bottom. Over trial and error I have determined I like it a little on the larger side over the smaller side.
I do not plane my swords, I don't really believe it helps make it look more like a sword or function more like a sword. It's a stick.
When I was fnished and I had it all taped up I noted despite the length being identical to my previous sword, this one was significantly heavier. Rattan must be denser. I have 2 more blanks from this piece of rattan.
Although Monday practice was small it was a joy to fight with a new stick. Absolute joy. I always think this when I have a new sword. ALWAYS.
Practice was a light sparring session with 2 other fighters. It was good to put the armor on and swing some stick around. Often with only three of us on the Monday we do not.
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