Finn was not such a talented individual. He had not found a way to put in more effort in less time. Instead, he pushed as hard as he could day after day. Mental training, physical training, and fighting as much as he possibly could. These aspects that he embraced fully into his life were how he continued to press forward and evolve, and it was these aspects that would allow him to reach the precipice of humanity. He knew it. The further he pushed with the weapon, the more he understood that his body held him back.
Standing on the beach without any of his armor, in only his bathing shorts, Finn moved about the sand. His movements were like a dance, and it brought feeling of unease and wonderment in those who glimpsed it. Few if any had been able to see someone with this much mastery over their weapon, and yet here he was. And he felt that the next level was close. He was going to break through if it killed him, and he needed only those who were skilled enough to help push him forward.