Ninjedi
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Blank walked down the metallic corridors of the 'Way of the Force.' He had only arrived their recently, about two days or so he had been exploring. His training saber bounced up and down on his belt as he walked, dressed in his Padawan garb, no robes accompanying him. The young Padawan looked about. The metal halls looked cold, sad to him, but he was not adjusted fully to the space travels that the Jedi often had. He had been chosen by a master after a while. He didn't know anything about this person, only that he'd be trained.
The door smoothly opened with a swish, revealing the training room, Blank stepped in, sighing once, he looked around. The room was obviously designed for training with a Lightsaber, he didn't know much about saber combat, though he could preform it without cutting off a limb. He looked down at his training saber, taking it off of his belt and observing it, snapping it back to his belt afterwards. He inspected the room for anyone else in it. This was of course, where he was meeting his master.
The door smoothly opened with a swish, revealing the training room, Blank stepped in, sighing once, he looked around. The room was obviously designed for training with a Lightsaber, he didn't know much about saber combat, though he could preform it without cutting off a limb. He looked down at his training saber, taking it off of his belt and observing it, snapping it back to his belt afterwards. He inspected the room for anyone else in it. This was of course, where he was meeting his master.
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