Sensei

While he was usually far more humble about himself, his skills with a sword were the one place where Artorias permitted himself a small bit of showmanship. He had put a lot of work into his craft, poured his heart and soul into his training as a pup and yearling. If it could inspire the younger generation to take after him, he didn't see the harm in showing off every now and again. Aylin looked fascinated by the way he handled her sword, and it seemed the point of his demonstration had landed successfully—any sword could be a masterful tool when in the hands of a skilled swordsman. Her sword was no less effective or dangerous than his was, simply because it was different. Aylin had all the tools needed to make herself a deadly swordsman. To the question of her sword's name, Aylin hesitated, admitting that she hadn't thought of the right thing just yet. Artorias simply nodded his head in understanding. "Naming your weapon is like naming a part of yourself. Take your time, find what feels right to you." She had so much time to consider and reconsider.

With his assessment of Aylin and her sword completed, Artorias turned his attention once more to the training dummies he had set up for himself and Ember. He walked over to the pair and stuck a third one into the ground for Aylin. With the way Ember swung her swords, he knew it would only be a matter of time before hers was decimated, so each of them having their own target would make things less... messy. "We're going over the fundamentals of sword fighting today, so you'll fit right in with Ember. Basics and some more advanced techniques, but we can move at our own pace," he explained to Aylin while they waited for his daughter to arrive. "Now we just need... ah, here she is!"

"Artorias" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Eira" | "Argent"