☀️ — NORMALLY HE WOULD SERVE AS PRACTICE FOR HUBERT’S MAGIC. While his own powers with Reason were, at this point, not as potent as his former student, he instead offered unparalleled RESISTANCE to such magic. So, if Hubert wished to experiment and it didn’t go particularly well, he did not have to worry about harming him. But in this case they worked with WEAPONS, something Byleth was far more well versed in and, when it came to blades, an expert in.
He did not teach most students about throwing knives, as most did not benefit from learning. But it was a talent Byleth found incredibly useful as a mercenary, and something Hubert would enjoy both practically and aesthetically. He watches every movement of his hand as the knife leaves it, resisting the smallest of QUIRKS to the corner of his mouth as the sharp shout released in the process.
“I needed to practice a long while before I became accurate, especially in high pressure situations.” In a way he HAD to get better, lest he be dead several times over. “You have improved a great deal since I first began teaching you - take pride in that”
“ i will do my best,” he replies with a short laugh. despite his pride in his line of work, his pride in himself is somehow minimal. hubert, catching his breath, turns to face his former professor as he speaks. hubert is unused to praise from anyone save for byleth ( or rarely edelgard ), always encouraging him when his hard work pays off. still, even for a throw that would have potentially missed a fatal organ, byleth compliments him. it puzzles the dark knight so, so he has to logic through it in his head — he decides that it’s better for his teacher to focus on his self - improvement rather than reprimand him — after all, hubert beats himself up enough for more than a few lifetimes’ worth.
in honesty, it is nothing short of astounding how far hubert and byleth have both come in terms of personal growth, and in growing closer to one another. years ago, had someone suggested such fondness to hubert, he would have cackled in their face. despite this, the young man finds himself comfortable in byleth’s company, far more than most anyone else in his life. perhaps it is foolish of him, but after all this time, he feels his trust has been earned.
hubert crosses his arms, narrows his yellow - green eyes at byleth. “ perhaps i should put my skills to the test on my upcoming tasks, ” he muses, raising a brow. emitting a small, curious ‘ hm ’ sound, he reaches into the satchel of throwing knives and fishes another one out, examining it between his fingers before turning away from his mentor to face the target ahead of him again. “ if practice is what made you into a superior marksman, it could very well do the same for me. ” and with that and a grunt, he steps forward and hurls the knife into the target with all his might, the twirling blade landing only a fraction of an inch to the right of the knife he’d thrown prior.
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