IT HAD BEEN A CHANCE ENCOUNTER, two ships crossing paths in an area meant for training. ❝ Fencing, is it? A unique battle style I scarcely see utilized on the battlefield, ❞ he notes, taking into account how young the girl seems, too. ❝ I was about your age when I picked up a weapon seriously for the first time, ❞ he adds soon after, the wooden weapon in his own hand planted into the ground as he thinks on it.
❝ I can't say I'm of the caliber of a proper teacher in everything. But if you'd like, I could help train alongside you and give some pointers. Whether it's proper formation or how to treat some injuries, it may serve you in the future. ❞