originally posted in:The New Dojo
That little aura she was picking up on was a façade of cockiness that concealed several years of experience and skill on the man, who was only the age of twenty seven at the time. God knows how long he's been serving with his military outfit. He gave a smile that seemed genuine yet overconfident as he stood from the bench beneath the two of them, and one of his hands, the right, was extended outwards to Chloe.
"If you want to train, we should do it in the Dojo. Far better space to do it then here."
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[i]"Right now...?"[/i] [b]She asked, sounding incredulous. In her current state she'd last maybe... Five seconds... Give or take depending on the scenario.[/b] [b]Then again, he could have just wanted to shake her hand... So she placed the gentle palm of her own into his, her skin strangely soft and comforting.[/b]
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The soft hand was a welcome change of pace from the dirt and callouses that typically came with most people, though it told him that she hadn't done all that much with her hands, like hold a blade or fire a gun. He shook her hand and retracted his own arm as he put either on his belts' gear, the left resting in between a pair of revolvers with his thumb between the cloak and belt while the other was resting atop the bottom of the upside down sword hilts. "Whenever you'd like to."
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[i]"Then I await when I see you again!"[/i] [b]She said excitedly. Someone to train her... She was already on a great start... This would be just what she wanted.[/b] [i]"Where can I find you?"[/i]