[Closed]The Way of the Saber.

[Ninjedi]

Blank walked down the metallic corridors of the 'Way of the Force.' He had only arrived their recently, about two days or so he had been exploring. His training saber bounced up and down on his belt as he walked, dressed in his Padawan garb, no robes accompanying him. The young Padawan looked about. The metal halls looked cold, sad to him, but he was not adjusted fully to the space travels that the Jedi often had. He had been chosen by a master after a while. He didn't know anything about this person, only that he'd be trained.

The door smoothly opened with a swish, revealing the training room, Blank stepped in, sighing once, he looked around. The room was obviously designed for training with a Lightsaber, he didn't know much about saber combat, though he could preform it without cutting off a limb. He looked down at his training saber, taking it off of his belt and observing it, snapping it back to his belt afterwards. He inspected the room for anyone else in it. This was of course, where he was meeting his master.

 

[Horizon]

"You'll have to learn that there are much more fearsome things than a lightsaber. Even the Sith could tell you such a thing."

Fallon was standing in plain view, yet his young pupil noticed nothing in the room but himself. Perhaps he wanted his student to believe such a thing, or maybe he just managed to creep in an unexpected manner.

"The Force is a curious matter you'll come to question in your time with me, Odai. It'll either you bring you to the pinnacle of understanding or to the depths of what we all fear."

His tone was filled with mysticism and a hint of something more behind the words that slipped from his mouth. Fallon felt that Odai was worth the instruction and time, but wondered who he really was on the inside. Of course, this kid came to learn about how to use a lightsaber. Fallon planned on turning him into what every Sith feared.

 

[Ninjedi]

Blank was surprised to see his master, though he did expect for him to be there before him. He inspected the man as he spoke. Blank bowed before the man after he was finished speaking. "Yes there is of course master. It is an honor to train under you."

He was unsure if it was a good idea to begin sucking up to the man, probably not if he was like most. He was confused by the mysticism in the mans voice, not questioning it however. Just simply going along with it. Blank looked around the training room, quickly, once more, before returning his attention to his master. "What do you have to train me, mentor?"

 

[Horizon]

As he peered out into space, Michael quietly contemplated Odai's reply.

"What do I have to train you? Silly boy, you act as if everything can just be taught. No, experience will serve as your mentor. Thus why I ask you to defend yourself appropriately."

With a click and a hiss, Michael's lightsaber flung from his belt to his hand in the blink of an eye. He turned to his student with his teal blade humming gently in the air before closing the distance between one another.

With a flick of the wrist and a bit of concentration, Michael called upon the force and propelled a measure of energy towards his student's stomach. He would test Odai in the most unorthodox methods known to the order.

 

[Ninjedi]

"Of course it is."

As the man turned on his lightsaber, Odai unclipped his training one. In an instant the lightsaber's blue syndicate crystal emitted a concentrated beam of low-powered energy. Blank was sent flying backwards, his lightsaber still in hand, as the man pushed him with the force. He hit the wall with an audible grunt. He looked down at his legs, slowly regaining his balance. He put himself into the Shii-Cho opening stance, motioning for the man to come at him. This time he was indeed prepared for combat.