Minish Hero

Reunion and Separation

"Okay...well, first of all, you've got to have the correct stance...Stand with your legs slightly apart...yeah, that's good...and stagger them a little. your right-handed right? I'm a lefty myself."

It was actually the day after they'd received the letter. Midna had sent a note to the king that Samantha would be there as soon as she could to pick up the malfunctioning blade, but in the meanwhile, she'd be searching for a reason behind it. Vaati had wanted to take Samantha to see Ezlo soon.

"He should have some kind of idea of what might be wrong,"

Samantha had told her mother

"He's a very wise Picori sage," But before the trip, Samantha decided to train Vaati in sword-fighting. It would be good for him to know how to defend himself, especially with all the monsters on the loose again. The two of them were having a practice session on the front lawn of the now dark-green-colored house.

"It's best to stand on the balls of your feet so you're always ready to move," Samantha instructed.

"...Do you know what that means?"

Vaati had been staring confusedly down at his sandaled feet and looked back up at his teacher's question.

"Um...I think so. It means to be slightly on your toe's right?"

"Not exactly," Samantha told him.

"But close enough. Now we just need to work on the proper moves to go with it!" She enthusiastically reached down to her belt and pulled out her personal new sword the one that she'd made herself and brandished it proudly. Vaati just stared at her, mouth agape, but trying to freeze in his proper stance. Samantha stared back at him.

"Oh!" she suddenly realized.

"You don't have your sword!"

Vaati sweat-dropped.

"No kidding..."

"Just wait right there!" Samantha cried, turning and sprinting back into the house.

"I'll be right back. Don't break your stance!" Vaati sighed and stood rooted into the ground for a few moments.

After a while, Samantha finally emerged again, carrying a shiny sword with a maroon-colored hilt wrapped in blue cloth

"I almost forgot. This is yours, you know." She held it out for him to take.

Vaati frowned as he gazed down at the sword within the cloth folds.

"I can't accept this," he stated.

"I didn't win it-you know that now. I won the tournament, but I did it by cheating."

"It was made for the winner of the tournament," Samantha tried to argue.

"And that was you, whether you cheated or not.No one else is ever going to use it."

"I can't...It just doesn't feel right. I feel like a thief."

"Fine," Samantha finally consented

"Just use it for practice now okay? I dont have any other's available."

Vaati still didn't seem to happy with this decision, but slowly reached out to pick the sword out of her hand anyway.

"Where were we?" Samantha tucked the cloth into her pocket and pulled her own sword back out.

"Oh, that's right! The initial slash!"

Vaati held his sword awkwardly in front of him like a baseball bat. He gritted his teeth and tried to look threatening.