Zimuata had not yet arrived from her mission and Thusura was now growing worried.
She had lost her Master Wintrev back on Esainoth three years ago, and now Master Zimuata. Aronpho Perrcoud was now left to care for young Thusura, the apprentice of his supposedly dead former apprentice.
Aronpho watches as Thusura would train using her lightsaber on a training wore a helmet for safety while she was training to deflect blaster bolts.
A blaster bolt hit Thusura lightly on her helmeted face as she tried to deflect it.
"You have to disconnect your feelings first so you can focus on this training."
Thusura tried to clear the feelings of worry towards her Master Zimuata and sadness towards Master Wintrev off her mind while training by trying to focus on the blaster bolts.
She tried to deflect the blaster bolts with her lightsaber but failed every time.
"You can do better, Thusura," Aronpho reassured her as she struggled to deflect the blaster bolts with her lightsaber.
Soon, Thusura was able to deflect the blaster bolts from the training remote until she became used to deflecting the blaster bolts.
"Good job!" Aronpho congratulated his ward upon learning to deflect the blasts from the training remote.
"Thanks, Master Aron," Thusura replied happily.
"Never mind, you will still meet your masters when the time comes," Aronpho said. "You still have many things to learn."
"But when... It has been three years since I last saw Master Wintrev!", Thusura muttered.
"Patience is the key," Aronpho replied. "The right time for it will come, possibly in a time you would not expect."
