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Gallant | Weight In Gold

He could’ve been imagining it but there was a tone to his voice that suggested helplessness and his thoughts immediately start saying nasty things about how he always needed help from others and when will he start being a man? Hix could feel himself shrink.

Luc honestly wasn’t convinced of this, but he wasn’t going to push much, “…well, if you say so.  Try to take care of yourself though.  Tea might help.”

He nodded with some hesitance, “Ah, all right…”  Well, if he was certain, he really didn’t want to be a disappointment.  Kinnison took the blade from him after a moment, taking a little while to look at it, it certainly was in much better shape than the one he had been using prior, Hix clearly took great care of it.  All the more reason to feel a little nervous while handling it.  

He nodded, satisfied with the immense improvement that Kinnison showed the minute that Hix’s sword was in his grasp. Not perfect but you can’t be too harsh on him - after all, it was his first day with the weapon and it was a huge step from a few hours ago. Hours ago, Hix couldn’t bear himself to watch the whole deal.

“Very good! We can take a break now.” Hix then opened a small brown bag he took with him and pulled out a canteen of water along with a few snacks. The snacks were made by Tengaar who seemed very excited that Hix was teaching his friends how to ‘be a man’ as she puts. He pops open the lid of the canteen and starts downing the liquid quickly. 

“Ah—”

Kinnison blinked when threw the sword away, well so much for that then.  He could only presume there was something wrong with it, not that he was able to tell or know himself.  Hopefully he wouldn’t be too much a bother with how little he knew.

When Hix held his sword out for him to use he hesitated, was that really all right?  Tengaar was his personal sword ad clearly important to Hix after all.

“Do not worry, Kinnison. You’re not going to damage her. I take extra care of Tengaar, she will help you.” Hix insisted, holding out the sword. He was kind - so he wouldn’t ruin Tengaar. And even if there was an accident, the metal that the weapon has been forged in does not bend easily. 

“Um, I don’t think I’m doing this correctly…”

He was honored - and extremely confused at the same time.

Hix was sure that there were many other greater swordsmen than himself, all more confident and skilled that could certainly do a better job of teaching Kinnison. However it seemed like his friend insisted to be taught by him so all Hix could do was try his best. 

Although...it seems as if Kinnison has never held a sword in his life. His stance was rather improper and his swings were often unbalanced. He let out a small sigh. Him not being the greatest teacher and Kinnison not being the greatest swordsman - this could take awhile.

“Ah - it’s okay! We have plenty of time, don’t worry. I think it may be your sword - can you hand it to me please? Thank you.” He held the sword in his hand, testing the weight and the grip. It seemed to be cheaply made - not very balanced and it looks like the blade has dulled over the years. Hix threw the sword aside and unsheathed Tengaar.