They walked around the training field, between the highest classes, between the official warriors, between the young classes. And by 'they' walked, it was the Captain who walked them around, and the fledgling that rode on his back, critiquing the younger classes, and some of the older, when certain things needed critiquing.
They surveyed the younger class with close attention, watching them spare against each other with close eyes, attentive to every maneuver and swing.
The little fledgling pointed over the Power's shoulder to the pair they had come to watch, "You're standing too heavy on your front leg."
Nisroc hummed, but made no inclination to interfere in this critique, he would have pointed it out himself but the fledgling had merely done so before he could.
The youngling in question turned a glare to the fledgling riding piggy back on the Captain Power, "What would you know, fledgling."
She huffed and squirmed against the Power's back, clearly with the intent to hop down and show him exactly what she meant, but her friend squeezed her thighs lightly and shook his head to decline the intention before it could be acted upon. So instead of enacting her plan, she huffed again, and fell limo against the Power's back instead and her little arms came up to hug loosely around his neck and her chin upon his shoulder.
He turned over his shoulder to speak to the fledgling riding on his back, "You will not show him what you would know about it, Baby Power." She huffed again and he squeezed her thighs again until he elicited a near silent giggle from his dearest friend.
Once the Power was sure that his fledgling was still in good spirits, he turned to address the youngling, "There is no need for such anger, though I'm sure she should have let me say so" he spared the fledgling a side glance over his shoulder and shook his head when she smiled up at him, and he shook his head fondly, "You stance is too stiff, you need to loosen it up, you would be so planted at the front that should someone come at you from behind you would not turn fast enough. You should balance on your toes, ready to jump with fluidity. Be as light as the wind itself."
The youngling looked down in shame at the critique, and the Power was quick to kneel and take his cheek in hand to lift his gaze once more, "It is nothing to be ashamed of. You are learning. Even some of our seasoned warriors need reminded sometimes again. We do not expect you all to know such things at the beginning of your training." Nisroc pat his cheek fondly, and waited until the same light began to shine in the young trainees eyes "If you need help, do not be afraid to ask, I would be more then happy to help you. Any of us would be. All you need do is ask one of us." The trainee blushed and nodded, turning back to his sparring partner when the Power stepped away. They watched the pair for a bit longer, noting the immediate try for change in his stance, it was unfamiliar with him, but he was trying as hard as he might.
The two of them moved on after a moment more, stepping back through the partners to watch for foul that needed correcting, and the Power turned to spare the fledgling another side glance.
"You didn't need to call him out in front of his partner."
"I was just telling him what was true."
"We could have pulled him aside during break."
Akeelah huffed again, setting her chin back on his shoulder, "You're ju' mad 'cause I said it before you did."
He chuckled, squeezing her thighs again, this time a bit harder, and she gave a small squeak at the tingly feeling, causing him to tighten his grip when she squirmed in his hold. They continued to walk in good spirits, exchanging soft jokes between each other, eyeing training partners and single angels going through the movements of strokes and strikes.
Instead of speaking out again, she tugged on the Power's hair and pointed at another sparing match that had caught her attention, he nodded and held up a hand to pause the match, and they turned to look at him for his teachings accustomed to his eagle eye after working so long under him command.
"Your grip is too tight, you need to loosen it, the sword is an extension of yourself and not a tool to be used."
"Yea, loosen it!"
The warrior they were standing before smiled at the Power as the fledgling leaned up and echoed him, and the Power shook his head in fond exasperation, sharing the smile with the seasoned warrior. He waved for the warrior to return to his doings, and turned to head on, "Did you just mock me?" the fledgling giggled and leaned forward to kiss his cheek, "Of course not." He chuckled again and shook his head, "Of course not."
"Did you just mock me?"
Nisroc came to a stop, the fledgling giggling behind him, and he tugged her around, "Now I know you're mocking me." She giggled brightly, leaning up in his arms, to kiss him quickly on the lips in an exaggerated way, and he returned the smooch in kind, in the way that close family members do.
"I would never!" she leaned back on his arms to press a little hand to her chest, "I cannot believe you'd say that 'bout me!"
He dug his fingers into both of her sides and she shrieked brightly and began to squirm immediately, "Oh yes you would." He carried her around, continuing his assault for a bit longer, "You little sneak you."