The Salle, Friday Morning

[future_sandworm]

He could not afford to grow lazy. Having slipped out of bed early, Leto now stood in the middle of the salle, the blades in front of him on the floor. He pulled his shirt over his head and flung it aside, then stretched out his muscles, forcing away any remaining sleepiness. With a swift movement he grabbed the blades and hurled them spinning into the air, where they separated, so that a total of seven deadly sharp disks were spinning, hovering in the air. Best not to overdo it today. He reached out for the knives, waiting for the attack.

The blades attacked him from all directions. He dodged and parries, avoiding their trajectories. There was no time for mistake; he had to know every part of his body at any given moment. Pushing his body to extremes, he felt that stillness of mind that came with this training. The spinning discs kept retuning until he had forced each one of them off its path, making it strike and get caught in a hard surface. Leto crouched on the floor, breathing heavily.

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[momslilassassin]

"I'm not up to seven," he said, slipping out of his robe and trotting towards the center of the room. "I can only really handle three without getting shot in the rear."

[future_sandworm]

Leto moved backwards, wanting to give Ben the space he needed. "Then you know your limits."

[momslilassassin]

"I try to," Ben said, igniting his lightsaber again and tossing three remotes into the air, where they hovered, waiting for him to flip them into action. "It's never worked out well for me when I don't."

He reached into the Force and turned the remotes on, and they began circling him, looking for as easy opening. Ben closed his eyes, focusing only on them and forgetting that anyone else was watching for the moment.

When they began firing, he was ready, parrying each shot with apparent ease. Five minutes later, two of the remotes were smoking on the ground. Ben flipped the final one off with a sheepish smile.

[future_sandworm]

Leto watched, impressed by Ben's speed and ease of movement as well as his ability to keep track of the remotes. Clearly Jedi training was advanced. He smiled back at Ben when he had finished. "That was impressive," he said.

[momslilassassin]

Ben beamed, grateful for the compliment. Spending a lot of time training with Anakin had made him forget that he had some pretty impressive talents of his own.

"Thanks," he said. "I like your training devices better."

[future_sandworm]

"It would lend them to you if I didn't know they might hurt you." Leto laughed. "I would not like to answer to your grandfather for that."

[momslilassassin]

"My grandfather would probably say I should've known better," Ben replied.

[future_sandworm]

"Perhaps, but I wouldn't take the risk," Leto replied.

[momslilassassin]

"You're afraid of him?" Ben asked.

[future_sandworm]

"Not afraid, but I respect him." Leto looked at Ben. "And if I lent you the blades I would feel responsible should you get hurt."

[momslilassassin]

"You could show me how they work and we wouldn't have to tell Granddad?" Ben countered.

[future_sandworm]

"I have to think about that," he said, not quite sure if he wanted to take that responsibility. He would have to talk to Ghani about that. Ben was her student, she would know.

[momslilassassin]

"It's all I can ask," Ben said with a small smile.