"Akay!"
At the challenge, Chachanji flashed a silly little grin and unsheathed his own shield and sword. For brief moment, his mind flitted elsewhere once more, but this time it was back to when he had just started training under the imposing Hyur. The awkward battle cries and the wild swings that the Free Paladin had so easily turned aside with his shield, the bruises and bumps he had received from the many wallops following a misplaced block of his own. Just knowing he had progressed beyond that, that he managed more and more often to score that glancing blow on his teacher's armor, helped to bolster his spirits further.
After all, if he could learn how to learn to wield his blade and buckler, then by extension he should be able to learn why he wanted to wield them. It would just take the same sort of focus and perseverance he had put into his arms training, along with a little help from his teachers. Wonderful teachers - and the little Lalafell was already subconsciously including Ser Crofte amongst that number - that were certain to help him become the hero he wanted to be. Just as he had chosen them to teach him, they had in turn chosen to teach.
"Oh, by th' way! Ser Crofte sends her regards!" Chachanji commented, as if suddenly remembering that part of the conversation with the Sultansworn. Well, that was a half truth, at least - he had almost forgotten that part during his little soul-searching session. He also had not really felt that there had been a good point to mention it once he had remembered it. Now was probably not the best time either, but he said it anyway just as he lunged towards his teacher to begin their training anew.
For, after all, there was nothing saying he couldn't have a little fun with his training.
At the challenge, Chachanji flashed a silly little grin and unsheathed his own shield and sword. For brief moment, his mind flitted elsewhere once more, but this time it was back to when he had just started training under the imposing Hyur. The awkward battle cries and the wild swings that the Free Paladin had so easily turned aside with his shield, the bruises and bumps he had received from the many wallops following a misplaced block of his own. Just knowing he had progressed beyond that, that he managed more and more often to score that glancing blow on his teacher's armor, helped to bolster his spirits further.
After all, if he could learn how to learn to wield his blade and buckler, then by extension he should be able to learn why he wanted to wield them. It would just take the same sort of focus and perseverance he had put into his arms training, along with a little help from his teachers. Wonderful teachers - and the little Lalafell was already subconsciously including Ser Crofte amongst that number - that were certain to help him become the hero he wanted to be. Just as he had chosen them to teach him, they had in turn chosen to teach.
"Oh, by th' way! Ser Crofte sends her regards!" Chachanji commented, as if suddenly remembering that part of the conversation with the Sultansworn. Well, that was a half truth, at least - he had almost forgotten that part during his little soul-searching session. He also had not really felt that there had been a good point to mention it once he had remembered it. Now was probably not the best time either, but he said it anyway just as he lunged towards his teacher to begin their training anew.
For, after all, there was nothing saying he couldn't have a little fun with his training.
