swords-of-hope "Dad, dad watch me!" He clung onto his father's hand, grabbing his attention from what was previously occupying him (which was probably Cordelia). "Alright, alright kiddo. Let's see how you've improved." Taking the wooden practice sword his father brought home from the barracks, Sano readied his battle stance, shoulders much too tense and knees locked too tightly, but was it really much of a concern? Especially since Sano was a mere 8 years old. He lunged towards the training dummy, an angry look spread across his face as he let out a childish "battle cry". It was cute, too cute. "Come here, you." Stahl laughed, picking up the young boy, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Where'd you get all that practice? You're getting so good at swordsmanship!" "I taught me all by myself." With his chest puffed out slightly, the boy raised his chin in a proud manner, his eyes nearly sparkling from his father's praise. "I reckon you'll best me in a few years, with your talent!" "R-Really?!" Pressing a kiss onto his son's temple, he held him close, a smile spreading across his face, "Really."