Characters: Miles Edgeworth and Larsa Ferrinas Solidor
Content: Someone on the ship is in need of self defense training. Edgeworth decided to help out, under the guise of Lunasa generosity. Now that the first lesson's over, it's time for a bit of reflection.
Setting: Training room!
Time: Backdated to after Lunasa
Warnings: None, as of yet
"That's enough."
The lesson was....well, Edgeworth had to remind himself that Larsa was still quite new at this. His moves were slow and clumsy, the mark of a beginner, but fortunately what Larsa lacked in experience he made up for in attentiveness and a willingness to learn. Had some dullard of a child been in Larsa's place, the exercise would have ended in frustration (on his end) and possibly tears (on the student's end).
However, Edgeworth had to admit, the boy had both potential and the wherewithal to do something with it. The thought pleased him and left him with a rare sense of optimism. If one could help hone and sharpen Larsa's skills, then he could be quite the excellent swordsman when he was older.
Unfortunately, his satisfaction wasn't obvious, except to those who had known Edgeworth for quite a long time. He simply looked back at Larsa, and said, "Do you have any questions?"