The Council had announced the terms: One hour for the trial. Twenty minutes to reveal the art. No more. No less.
Many prepared by memorizing words, polishing slides, or weaving clever code.
But the warrior knew — the true test was invisible.
The Council did not seek performance. They sought alignment.
To pass, he would need not only mastery of craft, but the capacity to bring others into rhythm — to create trust within the limits of time.
So he prepared his Stances. Not for battle, but for attention.
When the moment came, he bowed deeply, grounding in stillness.
Then, as he rose, the first stance emerged — Driver–Organizer. Clear. Focused. Intentional. He revealed purpose, structure, and pace. Within seconds, the Council felt the current steady. No one interrupted. The circle was set.
Then, subtle shifts — small openings of tone, warmth in gesture — pockets of Collaborator weaving through the precision. The current softened just enough to invite trust. In this dance of command and connection, the Council began to lean forward.
Midway through, he inverted the stance — Driver–Collaborator leading the flow, Organizer supporting from beneath. Here, he moved through the demonstration as if the code were alive — breathing clarity into complexity. Questions rose in their minds, but he had already made space for them, naming the dialogue that would come later. The Council waited, attentive, contained within the rhythm.
As the final moments approached, the form shifted again — Organizer–Collaborator–Driver, with a hint of Visionary. The movement widened. He spoke not of tasks, but of what could be built together. Structure held; energy expanded.
When the twenty minutes ended, the hall was quiet, still pulsing with shared focus. The Council did not look at the timer. They looked at each other — aligned.
Afterward, one elder asked, “What was that presence you carried in the opening?”
The warrior smiled.
“That,” he said, “was the first ninety seconds. The rest was just the echo.”
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