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"Forged by battle, were we?" Azrael asked with a larger smile. His lessons had been similar, many days of his flesh being bruised, battered, and hardened by the harsh training of the Spirits. "My training was similar, but not by the passing challenger." "I signed up for a fair bit of everything. These classes should prove to be a real challenge, I can't wait to start learning either." Sol's enthusiastic mood was infectious. Az felt a bit lighter because of it, a stress relief that he sorely needed. He shifted from foot to foot, getting a little stir-crazy in the close quarters. He turned to the other boy, noting his unique sword handles and the way they simply hovered as if hung from a sword belt. It was an ingenious way to keep your blade on you and Azrael promised to himself to ask about the spell work necessary.

"What about you Kieran? Did you learn under a swordsmaster or are you a soldier of fortune as well? Any classes you're particularly looking forward to?" Azrael asked, not wanting for the third party to feel shunted from the conversation. These two would be excellent training partners. Azrael thought of Aleksandra as well, who would be a good addition. With these three, the other well-versed students, and the intensive and advanced classes about to begin the boy easily saw that his powers could grow by leaps and bounds if he just made the most of it.

A bit of an altercation caught Azrael's eye for a moment. It seemed Chen had found some equally rowdy students and they were like peas in a pod. Azrael's fierce new friend might have found a woman after his own heart. Through the moving bodies, Azrael glimpsed a drawn knife and wondered if Chen would be alright? But the situation seemed to resolve as quickly as it started.