As the professor spoke, Jace looked up and tried to gauge the wind direction they have on the field. Of course it makes sense not to fly on a stormy day, right? There was no way he’d fly wet with thunder and lightning gracing the skies. He had a feeling that Jakub had been flying in such condition given that he’s part of the Japanese Quidditch Team. They were known for brutal drills. That probably drove their mother to the edge. Jakub seem to have enjoyed it though, given that he’s still in one piece up to the present—complete with swag and unshakeable confidence making Japanese women drool over him.

The thought amused him to no end, and Jace quickly hung his head to hide his smile. Jakub is just like their dad, only...not as rogue as his older brother. Once the instruction was given, Jace headed to form in line, and gently placed the end of the broom on the grass, and slowly dropped the handle on the ground, catching it with his right foot. He didn’t have the heart to just drop it like a hot potato, besides; he could feel Jakub watching him even if he knew he’s back in Japan. Who knows though? Maybe this hand me down broom from Jakub wouldn’t let him ride it properly if he even dare mistreat it. Jace was sure it is still accustomed to its former owner.

Those thoughts overwhelmed him as he gently let the handle roll away from his right foot. It could smell fear right? Who would’ve thought it can? Jace dropped both of his arms on his sides, opened and closed his hands in rapid succession, imagining his negative energy drain away from the tips of his fingers. And...they were allowed to shout? Good then! Jace has mastered the art of the kiai in his Kendo training, so this won’t be any different. Filling his lungs with air, he held his breath for a few seconds, and let out a powerful shout in Japanese. “Ossu!”

Push. Just what he needs to let go of nerves.