The Salle, Thursday Afternoon

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Henry had gotten Daisuke the practice sword out of the locker, and was trying some of the elementary forms about which he'd read in a book. He had the book with him, and had propped it open on the ground so he could look at it as he worked. Though it was much tougher without a teacher, Henry wasn't doing too poorly of a job.

[ooc: Open like an open thing. Henry won't fight, but he is distractible.]

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Luke trotted into the salle with his lightsaber hilt in hand and gave the student there a polite smile.

"Do you mind if I practice, too?" he asked.

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Luke caught Henry by surprise, and he nearly hit Daisuke on the ground. Henry gave a self-effacing chuckle, and nodded. "Of course not. It would be a pleasure."

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Luke smiled again, then turned on his lightsaber as his mun cursed work for making this response so freakin' slowplayed. "It's a little different than what you're working with," he admitted.

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Henry's eyes widened, and he stared at the lightsaber. "Indeed it is." He stared a moment longer, transfixed. "Just what exactly is that?"

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"It's a lightsaber," Luke said, smiling at the green blade. "The chosen weapon of Jedi in my galaxy."