“It’s not an order, it’s a statement.” Sephiroth folded his arms as he watched the less skilled soldiers attack each other in their sparring session. “We’re teaching them the way of the sword so if they ever have to use it, they will know.” He grunted. “They have more skills with firearms… and I have been mocked many times for not choosing to convert to them myself.”
He scowled. “I do not like them. I am more effective with my sword.” He motioned ahead of himself, waving to the free space in the room ahead. “Shall we show them what a proper sparring session involves?” He smirked. “Ladies first.”