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[failingheaven]

[over here in Camp this morning, there is a sign. There are two young men near the sign, one of whom at least looks a bit uncomfortable, as if this wasn't how he had chosen to spend his morning.

The sign reads: Having trouble fending off monsters?

WEAPONS TRAINING! ALL MAY APPLY. BEGINNERS WELCOME. HIGHLY EXPERIENCED TRAINERS!. . . when I said I

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[evervigilante]

Great. There goes my morning.

[failingheaven]

I'm not the best teacher, either.

[evervigilante]

You sure? Because my idea of teaching is to throw sticks at them until they learn how to dodge.

[failingheaven]

Hmm. The man who trained me, he did that. It didn't take long to learn.

[evervigilante]

It never fails.

[failingheaven]

Ah, I wish this place didn't just to decide to do these things on its own, though . . .

[evervigilante]

You can keep wishing. But if people keep coming, you better pull your weight around here.

[failingheaven]

Ah, fine. I'm sure I'll manage.

[evervigilante]

Good, because I can't.

[failingheaven]

Can't teach?

[evervigilante]

Sure, I can teach. But would you really want me to?

[failingheaven]

Uh, is this a morality question? It's too early for those . . .

[evervigilante]

It's a common sense question.

[failingheaven]

There's nothing wrong with teaching people self-defense. I won't be teaching anyone anything beyond the best place to kick a gorilla.

[evervigilante]

At least we agree on that.

[failingheaven]

It's not necessary.