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*Jace sat on the spongy grass of Shaderon, his legs crossed and his eyes closed in meditation. He felt that his combat skills have been falling as the years went on. Though he had many to contact, there had always been one person who he could count on. Damien Nightblade. This man had even taught a little of philosophy to his father. Jace knew Damien had seen many years of the universe, and knew he was very experienced. And he had been famed as a swordsman, which is why Jace chose to ask him for help, aside from him being a good friend of his.
He opened his eyes and picked up the katana beside him. It had been years since he had unsheathed it. He hadn't had a need to. He pulled the blade out of it's scabbard and marveled at it. It still glimmered with the same strength as it did when he first made it. He managed a smile as his eyes drifted across the lion he had inscribed on it. He also picked up his lightsaber and inspected it. It seemed that all of his weapons were of the same quality as when he had first made them. This made him merry. Hopefully his friend's weapons were still in good condition. But what his father had told him of Damien's craftsmanship had dismissed any doubts.*
He opened his eyes and picked up the katana beside him. It had been years since he had unsheathed it. He hadn't had a need to. He pulled the blade out of it's scabbard and marveled at it. It still glimmered with the same strength as it did when he first made it. He managed a smile as his eyes drifted across the lion he had inscribed on it. He also picked up his lightsaber and inspected it. It seemed that all of his weapons were of the same quality as when he had first made them. This made him merry. Hopefully his friend's weapons were still in good condition. But what his father had told him of Damien's craftsmanship had dismissed any doubts.*