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Five years had passed since Weisheng had formally trained a Padawan. The feline wasn't that nervous, though. He'd trained several students while in exile, but none had been Jedi. This would be far more difficult. The hybrid Horansi strode back and forth in the garden, his long sable-striped white tail dancing back and forth behind him. Both his ears were perked, and his hands were folded together at the small of his back. His usual handgun was still at his hip, but his physical blades were gone; in their stead, two lightsabers hung from his belt.
He wore little more than a gray vest and trousers, with a white sash and black boots. The garments were simple and fully in the style of the Jedi, but still light enough for him to move comfortably and have sufficient ventilation as so not to overheat - Coruscant wasn't exactly a cold world, and his pelt was thick, meant more for frigid weather than sweltering heat.
Sheng checked the watch adorning his right wrist. It was twenty to noon; he was early. He smiled at himself, chuckling. He always showed up early when he was nervous. Maybe taking on a new padawan had him more on edge than he had originally thought. The feline rolled his broad shoulders and planted his hands on his hips; nervous or not, he would train this new padawan of his to the best of his ability.
He wore little more than a gray vest and trousers, with a white sash and black boots. The garments were simple and fully in the style of the Jedi, but still light enough for him to move comfortably and have sufficient ventilation as so not to overheat - Coruscant wasn't exactly a cold world, and his pelt was thick, meant more for frigid weather than sweltering heat.
Sheng checked the watch adorning his right wrist. It was twenty to noon; he was early. He smiled at himself, chuckling. He always showed up early when he was nervous. Maybe taking on a new padawan had him more on edge than he had originally thought. The feline rolled his broad shoulders and planted his hands on his hips; nervous or not, he would train this new padawan of his to the best of his ability.