BETTER JUST GO WITH THE SLOW && OPEN + NEW WEAPONS

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px] Linx had found himself a mentor, who was adept with swords and combat. Linx chose swords when he was asked what he preferred to learn. The mentor, who was called Tarsel. The black panther had not given Linx a moments rest. He had hit him on the back of the legs with a bamboo stalks whenever he caught Linx trying to skiive the lesson, or whenever the other was caught up in looking at something/daydreaming. Linx understood the harshness, but that didn't mean he liked it. In fact, whenever he was hit, he released a small hiss but shortly cracked under the stern glare and continued his balancing. He stood on a see saw like contraption. He was in the middle, limbs raised up. Twin katanas were in each paw. And he had to stay like that for ten whole minutes. He did this, though with fail for the first twenty times. It hurt his arms. But he made it. Then Tarsel showed him with fake opponents made of straw and told him to strike where he thought the weakness was. Linx immediately went for that fact. "Why did you choose the face, Linx?" Questioned Tarsel, giving no emotion away.

"Because if you strike the senses, sight or hearing or smell, you can gain a huge advantage with what you do next." Linx responded calmly, though he felt anxious when he saw Tarsel glance at the fake opponent. "I have taught you well. Most kids go for the arms." The panther spoke. And then he looked properly at Linx. "Of course, you and i have not finished training. Far from it. But you have earned these. Obsidian twin katanas. You use this strap which criss crosses your chest and sheath them both to either sides of your flank." And with that, the black panther disappeared, though in his place were the twin katanas. Linx smiled and strapped them to himself. He looked.. awesome! And that made him feel happy. He was in a good mood now.

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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]// no problemo <33

Moving his blades from side to side, the serval tilts his head slowly, tail twitching and picks up Kenmas voice, glancing narrow eyed at the other male. "My mentor gave them to me. I earned them." He said with a proud tone to his voice, before looking over at Crow and nodding, suppressing an eager grin as he drew his blades out of their sheathes and swung them through the air, a swishing sound emanating out. He glanced at Crow and then continued to do fancy feet, trying to impress.

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