Look at the way he stands. Right knee bent at a perfect angle. Center of gravity balanced between the hips. Back straight, shoulders flat. Relaxed but attentive. His arms, his precise grip on the ends of the sword handle – one palm in, one palm out – the stony expression on his face of professional focus and attention, without gloating over the opponent he has just killed in a duel. If you enrolled in a Kendo school or studied a book that would be a formal pose with a fancy name. That pose would be arrived by a series of movements each with fancy names which, when perfectly executed, will terminate in that pose of self-possessed follow through. These movements would be the result of a cool tactical decision, like a chess move, chosen intuitively in an instant of mortal danger. This is a master swordsman doing everything exactly right. Baby, that gives me the fan-tods.
Any guy reading that sentence, knows this is a load of happy horseshit. This is not how its done in the real world. Wet dreams are their own autonomous thing. They are not initiated by anything a guy does with himself when he’s sound asleep. It’s out of our hands, so to speak. For a guilt ridden young man trying to break up with Sally Fivefingers, a wet dream is a freebie. So why this false description? The real question is – do you trust your reader’s ability to read well? Let’s do that again –
Holy Shit! Readers From Hell!