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Funny how he told his kits not to become mercenaries and in pure defiance they almost never became anything else. Then again things weren't dangerous like they used to be. Before mercenary cadets were treated like dirt, they didn't have a ceiling and would get rained on and flooded. They were forced into hard labor whether they were ready or not and by graduation were expected to survive an underground city. One small slip up and they'd be dead so. Maybe Serenity being a mercenary wasn't as bad as when Anansi or Kyros became one.
"Alright Serenity this is the day you become a tom, you'll reflect on this day and you'll think, wow when I have tykes of my own I'm going to tell them about this day. Kind of a day. So prepare yourself," Sean said and with a breath he gave an approving nod as if he himself was also ready for this moment, "We're going to start from the top, work our way to the bottom because Serenity you cannot fight a battle if you do not look presentable. So. I've compiled an entire day that starts with a mud bath, then a beauty regimen and once you're all neat and polished I'll teach you how to fight, but if one hair is out of place during that fight or you get dirty I will be mad. It'll teach you my special technique of not allowing anyone to get a scratch on you. Because once you worship yourself, honey no one is ever going to touch you," He said with a boyish smile, his tail tip poking his son playfully in the side, "So come along, much to do."
Since he had already begun his warrior training in DayClan, Serenity had thought learning to fight in the tunnels would be simple. He would just have to listen to his mentor and do whatever was required of him. Well, he had not been expecting his mentor to be Sean, his biological father. Commander Mars must have a strange sense of humor to put the two of them together. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...He was just going to teach him to fight right?
Well, that had been his initial thoughts on having Sean for a mentor. Now that he was standing here listening to him, a look of confusion had appeared on his face. "....What?" His appearance? He supposed it would be nice to be able to train and fight without getting dirty, but he was pretty sure that was impossible. And what was this about a mud bath? Did he really expect him to get down in mud? Did he have any idea how long it would take him to get all of it out of his fur? "Umm...What do appearances have to do with learning to fight?" He was looking up at Sean now. He didn't know what to think at this point. This wasn't exactly how he had planned on his day starting.
"Oh ho, do I envy you. Being that sweet naive boy who has yet to even scrape the service of beauty," He let out a heavenly sigh, "Well, we cannot rewind time for me, but I can live vicariously through you," He said as his tail tip toed across his sons spine.
"So!" He said as his tail swept across the rest of Cadet Serenity's back, "Let's fix you up, shall we? We're going to find your stride, I prefer long strides with a taunting playful step."
He took a few elegant steps forward to demonstrate. His paws tip toed forward in slow long strides like that of a leopards prowl. It was truly his care free glittery toothed smile and his head held high that really sold the confidence and sly demeanor of his walk. Despite at first just showing off his stride he continued on, "Come along Cadet Serenity and don't forget to try to find your walk. I'm going to clean up your fur and then we'll get to some battle training."
"What does any of this have to do with learning to fight though?" He wasn't sure if he was supposed to say anything back since he was supposed to be his mentor, but he just couldn't understand his thought process. He had no interest in beauty or anything of the sort. Skepticism could be seen in his eyes as they followed his father's movements. His...walk? Why? What was the point? He supposed the only way he was going to figure it out was to play along and try to understand his thought process.
He followed behind Sean, wondering just what he was going to do to his fur and why it had to come before more important things such as his training. He supposed he would figure out what it would be soon enough.
Sean flicked dirt playfully in Cadet Serenity's face, "You're never going to survive here if you stay as up tight as you are. Here's a factual lesson while we walk. Renegade Regime has the highest rate of comrades turning on their own than any other clan. Anyone can kill, but it takes a real warrior to come out of all that with their soul intact. So to answer you, nothing. Nothing to do with fighting and everything to do with surviving. I'm not training you to be a soldier sacrificed in war, I'm training you to grow up to be a veteran that can tell his own tales and not be a tomb in the ground."
He walked back up to his son a bit more peacefully this time, "Any mentor the Regime could give you can teach you to fight, but I'll go beyond that because I love you. I want to teach you the wisdom of humor, how to have hope when there's none to be had, and kindness which should never be confused with being nice. Because at the Regime, we're more family than clan. It's not like any other clan, there is no random face that gets killed on the battle field. You'll know them, you'll have seen them everyday, and you can name every one of their siblings. You'll lose your heart here if you don't learn how to take care of it. That's all I want you to learn right now. Is that okay? Or would you like your mother to teach you?"
