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Shooting Stars
Fri Jan 22, 2021 12:46 pm
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In his time in the position, he oversaw the training of most of the members of his Division. He planned to be active and do everything he could. Working tirelessly to promote and better help the Squad. It was clear and self-evident that he cared. Taking time for each person to give insightful training.
It was now her turn to have his gaze, Saera Kirin, a general member. But she had the potential to go farther. She was already stronger than the average member of the Division. But this Squad didn't care about that, the totem pole while existing. Didn't dominate the ranks here.
Each one would be treated with equal care, from the bottom to the top. He'd sat a hell butterfly to her. While he sat in the unoccupied training area. This one had been cleared for today. Bokken sat ready in a stand neatly taken care of. The Division had a Japanese flavor to it and almost everything showed this care.
He sat considering and thinking, trying to get an idea in his mind. His hands slowly clasping into fists. They began unclasping as he inhaled and exhaled. Frustration would do him no good, it would come down to communication.
What strides did the shooting star wish to work upon? Where did she want to progress herself towards. These were the questions that had to be answered. Laskt was a simple matter, he desired swordsmanship. And understanding of the Inner-Hollow within.
These were of no difficulty for him. He respected all combat styles and promoted self-evolution. Not taking something and copying it down to the letter. Even though somethings were at the peak. The question would have to wait for Saera Kirin to answer.
Where did she want to go, what path did her story take in this adventure. These were choices he simply couldn't make for her. So the Captain waited to take in the sands. Over the sunset, his work was done for now. Paperwork that had piled mountain high all tended too. His time was always spent working, he'd not leave Saera unattended either. Everyone else got attention, so this was her turn.
She would be a figure he'd return to, someday she'd be one of his seated officers. Soon he imagined, her skills were there. Now the question came down to her personality. They had files on everyone, but a file is a sheet of paper with someone's impression of them. This was a world of combat and training, so this way he'd get to see her clearly.
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