[Asch looks up to see a kid with a wooden sword. Something tender flickers through his expression, and then he quickly clamps down on it and glances away. The boy's voice sounds familiar. But for now, Asch isn't going to pick a fight. Especially with an eleven year old.]
I guess.
[His bangs are constantly in his eyes and he smells like brine. Yo ho, a soldier's life for him.]
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I guess.
[His bangs are constantly in his eyes and he smells like brine. Yo ho, a soldier's life for him.]
Did you come up here to train?