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I need to speak with one of the Malnosso.

[Today, Asch is all over the place. First to the plaza, to check the item bazaar for a few things; next, to the north edge of the village, above the houses, his favourite spot to ~~blow shit up~~ practice his fonic artes; finally, to the opposite edge, sword practice against the targets inside the barracks. He's gotten so restless since Luke's disappearance and he needs to stay on the move to avoid going crazy.

Feel free to bother him at any of those locations or even en route; he could use some socializing.]

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[Maybe it's time to stop living as a legacy and start living as Cloud.

Cloud hesitates though; guh. It's one thing to make a decision like that and another to voice it to a person that's just so...disagreeable. But it's obvious he knows what he's doing...

Cloud selects a blade -it's probably obvious he didn't put a lot of thought into what kind it was- and half-turns to speak over his shoulder -because he can't FACE him, obviously.] ...will you teach me how to use this?

[Asch pauses at that; the most he remembers from Cloud is the attitude, how obnoxious he'd been about the whole Zack fiasco. His first instinct is to just say to hell with it- he's not the only one who knows how to use a regular-sized broadsword. People who are less likely to explode.

....Hm.]

Will you listen to me if I try?

[Cloud bites back the urge to roll his eyes and point out that he wouldn't have asked otherwise.

Be nice, Cloud. Be an adult.] I'll do my best.

[Yeah, be the adult. One of you has to be.]

...Fine. Come here. [He turns back to the training dummy he'd been beating on and kicking over the remains of it. One down.]

[This may have been a mistake.

Cloud heads over and refrains from rubbing his forehead in agitation. The sword feels way too light in his hand, and he sets Edward's broadsword out of the way, against the wall.]

[Lovely, Asch has an extremely reluctant student! This should end well.

He turns to face Cloud once he's found a suitable dummy to move on to, lifting his sword to point it at Cloud.]

Show me what you know first.

[Oh, this should be interesting.

Cloud looks down at the sword in his hand; turns it a few times in a futile attempt to get used to the weight of it. Then looks back at Asch and goes for a simple slash...only he didn't check himself nearly enough so it's fast and hard enough to actually throw him off balance.]

[And Asch learns a new definition of "excessive force" as Cloud SENDS HIM FLYING.]

[Okay his instructor being an obnoxious jerk aside, Cloud really hadn't meant to do that. So after her regains his balance he jogs over there to...he doesn't even know, help him back up?]

Sorry-! I'm sorry. Seriously. I really didn't mean to do that, I'm used to...really heavy, like a lot heavier swords, I didn't think I swung that hard...

[It takes Asch a moment or two to sit up, mostly because, while lying flat on his back, he has to try and figure out what the hell just happened. He'd braced himself for the sort of strength it must take to swing a sword that size. He hadn't braced himself for that.

Sitting up and working on getting back on his feet (ow ow), he tries not to look surprised, because hello, letting his guard down even more than he already has?]

What... the hell?

I've never used a regular sword before. [Also he's used to fighting superhuman freaks/monsters that require the force of a mack truck to even get them to budge.]

[Good grief.] ...Is there any chance of holding back a little?

Once I get used to it. [Obviously.]

...Practice on the doll, first.

[Cloud glances at the wooden practice doll.

...that doesn't really look much sturdier Asch. But okay. He heads on over to do just that.]

[And Asch just. Stands back to watch. He's not crossing swords with Cloud again until he learns to control himself, the overpowered freak.]

[Okay practicing something new is fine, but Cloud is getting self-conscious with you staring. So after a second he pauses and just...turns to Asch.] ...uh.

[....] What?

Could you not stare? It's creeping me out.

I'm watching, there's a difference.

I'm just getting used to the weight, you don't need to watch me do that.

Do you want my help or not?

["Not if I'm going to be under close surveillance."]

...Yes.

Then stop complaining.

[Do not punch your instructor, Cloud.] Well, then I'm ready.

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