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The Park, Friday Afternoon

It wasn't like Kanan was going to let something like a new batch of students stop him from showing up at the park for his weekly sword lesson with Tip.

Sure, one of those students was a Mandalorian, and sure, most of Mandalore seemed to be on the Empire's side, and sure, that had him somewhat worried, but Sabine seemed to have a pretty level head, going by the... two conversations he'd had with her so far. Hell, she'd even asked to be his TA yesterday, which was promising? Probably?

Erring on the side of caution, his lightsaber was broken down into its component pieces and was being safely stored away in various places on his belt for the time being regardless. It felt strange to be going through somewhat restrained versions of his usual forms using a bamboo sword, but if he pretended he was just trying to learn some of the Earth martial arts that he'd seen during his time here....?

This felt weird. Maybe he'd just play fetch with his dog again until someone showed up for a spar or a lesson.

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"Back to swords?" Rey greeted him when she showed up.

Shh, she liked the lightsaber.

"For the time being, anyway," Kanan agreed, though he was making a face at it. "The lightsaber is temporarily out of commission while I figure out some things."

Sorry, Sabine. Kanan liked you, but that didn't mean he trusted you yet.

"Maybe this time next week, I'll have an actual metal sword to try out instead," he added. "I asked the blacksmith in town about having one made, but that's going to have to wait until she's got her forge set up. In the meantime she says she's willing to lend me out something a little more robust than the old bamboo."

Not that he didn't like you, old bamboo. It was just that you were useless for sparring against basically anything more robust than more bamboo.

"So you're going through some changes across the board," Rey noted. "Why a metal sword?"

"Gratuity came back with one over the break," Kanan explained. "I'd like for her to be able to get used to using it, since it has a totally different heft from the bamboo swords, but what I've got at the moment would either damage her weapon, or end up cut in two by it."

And as much as he would love to get hacked up by that thing...

"It'd make it easier with a few other sparring partners I've got," he added. "You, Peter... it makes sense to at least have something around here that's on par with the weapons everyone else is using."

"And we aren't exactly all walking around with lightsabers, either," she said. "How many sparring partners do you have?"

"Two? Three? Depends on the week and whether there are compatible weapons," Kanan replied wiht a little grin. "Peter and I haven't had a good spar since he left his spare sword with himself in the future, so mostly it's you, these days."

He'd poke some of the other Jedi around for a spar, but that felt weird for various reasons.

Still, he couldn't deny that he'd probably learn a lot from Skywalker...

"I'm sorry, did you say he left his spare sword with himself in the future?"

Hey, after two years some things still sounded weird! It almost felt like an accomplishment.

"Weird island thing," Kanan offered. "Everyone got pulled to... some point in the future. The lucky ones got to meet themselves as... mostly themselves, just losing their memories. Or didn't get to meet themselves at all, because in that future they were already dead. The unlucky ones got to meet themselves as monsters."

And somewhere in all of that, his tone had gone dead serious, instead of his usual easygoing banter.

"We ran into people from that reality again later. They came here, and brought slugs."

He was not a fan of the slugs. At all.

"Oh. I figured he just time traveled," Rey admitted.

"Around here, the odds are usually pretty even that it'll either be time travel or trauma," Kanan noted. "It just happens that this one was the latter."

"I've been lucky enough to not have to deal with it at all," she admitted. ~~Because she used to barely get played.~~ "Except for that last thing."

"And that last thing was comparatively trauma free," noted the guy who had spent most of it in the clinic, unconscious. "Hopefully nothing too bad hits here before you find your way back home."

"Oh, there was trauma," Rey said. "You didn't have to drink bloodwine and tequila."

"I like bloodwine," Kanan replied. And then paused. "But don't intend to drink it again anyway."

Sigh, being responsible.

"Good, save yourself."

Okay that was not what he meant, but again, trauma.

"That's more or less the idea, yeah."

Hey, it worked on a few levels anyway.

"Was that supposed to sound as deep as it did?" she wondered.

Kanan was quiet for perhaps a second too long before answering.

"Absolutely."

Look, he was still working on getting back into the swing of this whole Jedi thing.

Rey smiled a little at that, and let him off the hook. "All right, so I don't want to break your weapon before you get a new one, which leaves..."

"Hand-to-hand," Kanan offered, "or you pick up the other bamboo sword."

Or they just played fetch with Stance, who was watching them intently from by the bench, his tail wagging with enthusiasm.

"I don't really practice ha d to hand," she admitted. That was more whatever she needed to do in the moment. "I can try the bamboo. Or there's poor neglected Stance."

Puppyyyyyy.

Kanan glanced toward the dog, who was being so good, guys, so good! And he laughed.

"Oh, go on," he said, waving toward Stance. "He's been very well behaved today, he deserves some playtime."

"And he looks so happy." It was impossible not to smile around a happy dog, Rey was pretty sure.

"Pretty sure he always looks happy," Kanan replied, still grinning. "Hey, Stance, buddy. C'mere!"

And oh, that dog came at them at a gallop.

"Now I think I'd feel really badly if we had done anything else," Rey said, preparing for all the pets.

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