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"I mean, probably," Luke replied, redirecting his gaze. He'd never really tried to teach someone something before, but that didn't mean he couldn't do it, right? He'd always listened attentively to Van's guidance, so that had to count for something. And he basically knew what he was doing, right? Sure. He could teach, no problem.

The second question was sort of surprising, and Luke responded with a slight shrug, "Really, the only thing it takes is determination. Hardest part's probably the first step. After that, it's all about not stopping." He smirked with a sort of bitter humor, "And if that whole business with the Sharpedo is any indication, you're sure stubborn enough."

The attempt at a determined expression drew a short breath of a laugh. Well, it wasn't as though one needed to be good at acting decisive in order to actually be decisive when it mattered. Luke almost reproached the hesitant response but decided against it; making the choice to be bolder did not make one bolder automatically. Ideally, Emil would gain that confidence naturally as he became more sure of his skills. Ideally.

"Well," Luke said, as if to clear the conversational table of all that heavy 'protecting yourself and others' talk, "are you just planning to become a better trainer, or do you wanna give a shot at learning the sword?" He drew the weapon in display, holding the hilt and resting the flat blade against his opposite palm. "It's not like you have to use it to hurt people or anything. Just the process of learning to wield one can help improve stuff like speed and strength, even if you never face an opponent."

"Well sure," Luke replied encouragingly. "If that's what you want." He pulled the sword away from his hand and returned it to its sheath, "So you'll need a sword of your own, then. Something that's comfortable to you. You wanna do that now?"

Luke nodded approvingly, "All right then!" Surprisingly, he still remembered the location of the sword dealer in Camphoreon's shopping mall - certainly not because he had spent so long trying to find it, though. Their direction set, he started moving in the general path of the large department store, "It's not too hard to learn. 'Smostly about form, once you've got a sword you're comfortable with. But first thing's first." And the first thing was to actually acquire the weapon in question.

The question drew a thoughtful folding of his arms and a hum of consideration. "Uhh, well... One-handed and two-handed... broadswords and long swords... stuff like rapiers and sabers... short swords and daggers... Tons of different kinds, really. Like, basically every country in the world has its own style of sword," he explained. "Mine's called a dao, a kind of Chinese saber that's technically considered a broadsword." The automated doors of the department sword drew open to let the pair pass as they arrived. "If you want me to teach you, you'll probably want a broadsword or long sword. That's what I was trained with, so I don't really know about the styles of the others."

Where Emil was entranced by the appearance of the sword and was looking for the sake of looking, Luke looked over the array in an effort to pinpoint ones that would suit their needs. "I guess you'll probably want something balanced and easy to hold onto, huh..." That did painfully little to narrow down anything. "Well anyway... Try and find something you like, first of all."

"Hey-- Careful!" Luke flinched at the sound of the blade clattering against the floor. "I meant balance like against your grip, not against your whole weight!" He moved to take the hilt from Emil, managing to heft it up back into place with some effort. This done, he heaved a sigh, "Try picking something more reasonable, okay?"