Patches woke up at the crack of dawn, a time beaten into her to wake up at. Almost without hesitation, she sat herself up and shook her head lightly to wake up. She had to wake up quickly, otherwise she would miss her breakfast completely and she would go hungry until lunch. Her master wasn't so lenient with some late risings, and she had to adapt her internal clock quickly to wake up on time.

Quickly, she grabbed her shader and pushed onto her head before walking over to the wall where her new training katana was. She struggled to wrestle the belt around her waist, finally getting it on after a few sighs. The slightly dulled sword was still a little big for her four-year old body, but she was growing quickly in both stature and strength, thanks to her master's training.

Ever since her episodes of magic impulses were over, and she had established control over her own unicorn powers, her master had given her this dull katana that was meant for her training. She was a little hesitant about getting such a weapon, and it kind of scared her, but her friend calmed her down and told her that if her master thought that she was ready, then she was ready.

Since her first night in her master's care, when she was sent off to bed, sore from the day's exercises, she would climb onto her bed and go back to imagining about her friend that would tell her that everything would be alright. Just imagining a conversation between the two of them with Patches either crying, venting her frustrations, or pondering her confusions seemed to make anything better, almost as though she was talking to a real friend, especially when she was scared about her sudden surges of magical energy and she could not control what she did, she would just focus on her friend, and what a hug felt like when she last felt it.

Walking quickly out of her room with her katana dragging behind her comically, she walked into the kitchen just in time to see her master sit down at his end of the table, just starting his bowl of rice. "Good morning, Patches," he said flatly between bites of rice, to which she responded just so, "Good morning, Master." He then gestured to the seat across the table where another bowl of rice was set, and she eagerly crawled onto it, eating the rice quickly so that her master wouldn't be upset with her for dawdling.

When they both finished, she washed the dishes as she always did, as she was still too young to cook yet, and she followed her master quickly and quietly out the front door to the small field outside the shack. He turned to look at her, and she stared straight ahead, standing up straight and respectfully, just like he shown her. It was at this time that she would learn her lessons, and knowledge would pass down to her from generations before.

"Alright student, show me what you have learned yesterday."

All hint of softness and gentleness left his face as he said that, and he took on the stern look of a teacher. Patches bowed and drew her practice katana, and went through bit of the form that she was taught yesterday, the katana wobbling in her weak magical grasp as her steps struggled to go where they were supposed to go. When she finally finished, she looked at her master, waiting for orders on what to do next.

"Sloppy. Try it again, one stance at a time. You will get this right before I let you go for lunch."

And so she dutifully resumed her training with more focus, trying her best to get it to her master's standards. She wasn't going to miss another meal, that she was sure of. She was still young, and as a result, her training had yet to become intensive.