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The hot afternoon sun blazed down upon the somewhat barren expanse of the desert prairie, rays reflecting off of the weapons and armor of a small band of Sergal recruits that had recently been drafted into the military. The border dispute between the Northern and Southern tribes had escalated as of late, increasing the need for fresh young soldiers to bolster the troops and defend the Southerner's territory. Most were young and inexperienced. Some had never even held a lance before. And yet regardless of experience they were put through rigorous training exercises each morning to ensure that when the battle started they'd be ready.

Amongst the recruits, Roan Anik went through his training exercises one by one, swinging and feinting with his lance as if sparing with an invisible opponent. Every now and then the youth would reach up to wipe a bead of sweat from his brow before continuing, his breathing growing somewhat heavy. Though his plated armor was designed to offer a bit of relief from the desert sun, it was still quite heavy, and the grueling training maneuvers were taking their toll on his stamina.

As the crimson-furred sergal continued to train, meanwhile, the captain of the troops had emerged from his tent to survey the young trainees. The black-furred male's body was grizzled and battle-worn, bearing several scars from old war injuries. He was well -known amongst both the Northern and Southern tribes for both his cunning and his ruthlessness on the field of battle. As he walked his way up and down the rows of recruits his eyes eventually fell upon Roan, an appraising grin spreading across his features.

"Hey, recruit! Think fast!" Brandishing his lance, the general came at the young recruit, not really intending to do him harm...though the youth might have ended up with a scar if he didn't react quickly.

Eyes widening a bit in surprise, Roan shifted his stance and smoothly brought his lance up to parry the blow. Once the attack had been blocked, he lowered his weapon and moved into a somewhat stiff salute, nodding his head curtly at the older male. "Captain."

"Hmm..." A faint smirk crossed the captain's face as he looked over the younger male once more. "That was a pretty smooth block, trainee. Much better than some of the other clumsy oafs around here who'd like to call themselves trainees. What's your name, soldier?"

"Roan. Roan Anik, sir." The youth replied, still holding his salute.

"At ease, trainee." The general replied, before reaching up to stroke his chin a bit. "Anik, eh? So you're the son of the famous 'Blood-Stained' General Grail, eh? No wonder you handle your weapon like a seasoned pro. I should have known...only his son could have fur that color..."

"Y-yes, sir. He's trained to fight from the moment I was old enough to handle a lance." Roan replied, lowering his salute and turning his gaze downwards a bit. His father had been a fairly known war hero. His characteristic crimson-fur was due to a slight genetic mutation which affected the pigmentation of his hair, earning him the name of the Blood-Stained General, both due to the coloring of his hair and for his ruthlessness on the battlefield. It was rumored that he once taken on three Northern captains in combat and had still managed to come out as the victor somehow. Unfortunately he had been slain at the hands of the Northerners during a surprise raid on one of their camps.

"Pity he's dead. We could use a leader of his skill about now. Northern bastards..." The captain cursed, gritting his fangs in an angry snarl. "Still, he died an honorable death...protecting his men to the very end."

"Yes, sir..." Roan replied with a curt nod, not really sure what else to say . "I must say though..." A faint smirk returned to the captain's face. "It looks like you not only inherited Grail's fur, but his natural ability as well. With a bit of conditioning I'd say you'd make a fine soldier."

"Thank you, sir." Roan replied a bit humbly, giving another short nod. Though he tried not to show it in his expression it was clear that the captain's praise had instilled a great sense of pride in him.

"You clearly have the basics down." The captain continued. "What do you say I give you some private lessons? Your skill is wasted on basic exercises like these."

"Private...lessons, sir?" The red-haired sergal blinked a few times in surprise, seeming a little shocked to receive such special attention from the captain. Of course, he figured it was partly due to his father's fame, though the praise was still nice to hear nonetheless. "If you think I'm worthy of such attention, then I'd be honored."

"Excellent. Follow me then." The captain led Roan towards his private tent. Despite the somewhat simple exterior the interior of the structure was quite spacious...much more so than the cramped quarters Roan shared with the other trainees. A rather comfortable looking bed lay in one corner along with a chest containing the captain's personal belongings. On the other end a large area had been laid out with weapons and armor racks...clearly intended for one-on-one spars.

"Right then..." The captain turned to face his recruit, brandishing his lance once more. "Show me what you know first. Just come at me. I won't retaliate for now."

Roan nodded, readying his own weapon as he charged forward. He started with the basic maneuvers, thrusting and striking with his lance, his movements quite a bit more fluid than many of the other trainees. Eventually, however, he began to move into more advanced tactics, feinting and spinning his lance.

Eventually the captain held up his hand for the other to stop. "Not bad, not bad. You certainly have a firm grasp on how to fight." He remarked. "Now I'm going to come at you for real, so you'd best be ready for me."

Roan merely nodded in reply, readying his lance as the captain came in to attack. Despite the older male's words, he could tell that the captain was going easy on him for now. They exchanged a few blows, steel clashing against steel, neither one seeming to gain any purchase against the other. Eventually, however, Roan saw an opening in the captain's defenses and decided to exploit it, lunging forth in an attempt to knock the older sergal's weapon away.

Somewhat surprisingly, he was successful in his attack, his blow sending the captain's lance flying from his grip...though not before the older sergal grappled onto Roan's own weapon, pulling the younger male in closer.

A surprised gasp escaped Roan's lips as he felt himself being thrown off-balance, stumbling forward and suddenly finding the captain's jaws at his throat. He was held like this for a few moments, the realization that he hadn't actually found an opening in the captain's defenses dawning on him. The older sergal had let him knock his weapon away.

"Even a disarmed opponent is dangerous. Remember that." The captain remarked before released his grip on the other's lance. "We may fight with man-made weapons, but sometimes our teeth and claws can be just as effective. Those Northern bastards certainly won't hesitate to tear out your throat, so you should be ready to do the same."

"I'll keep that in mind, sir." Feeling a tad bit humbled by this experience, Roan nodded a bit sheepishly, rubbing at the side of his chin. It seemed despite his natural talent he still had a lot to learn.

"In any case, I think that's enough training for tonight." The captain said, giving the youth a firm pat on the shoulder. "You look exhausted. And frankly I'm pretty beat as well. We can pick up again bright and early tomorrow."

"Yes, captain." Roan replied with a nod. "If that's all, then I'll be on my way..."

"Hmm?" The captain raised a brow at this, looking mildly amused. "Don't be in such a hurry to leave, cadet. I was actually hoping we could sit and chat for a while. The night's still young, after all, and it's rare I get any actual one-on-one time with the recruits."

"Eh...? Well...I suppose I have some time, sir." Roan replied. "What was it that you wanted to discuss?"

"First of all, drop the formalities." The captain replied. "When it's just us, feel free to speak freely. In fact, that's an order."

"A-ah...yes...sir." Roan replied a bit awkwardly. Despite the captain's instructions it still felt a bit strange to be talking to him as if he was just another person.

Sighing and pinching at the end of his snout, the captain shook his head a little. "Well, whatever..." He muttered. "I noticed during the meal times you often sit away from the other recruits. Why's that? You haven't made any friends within the troop."

"What?!" Roan looked a little surprised at this accusation, gaze turning downwards as he fidgited on his feet a bit. "N-no. It's that that...it's just..."

The captain's expression turned a bit stern at this. "Bullshit." He replied. "You think I don't know when one of my recruits is lying to me. Spit it out, soldier."

"..." Roan swallowed a bit nervously, knowing he wouldn't be able to avoid giving the captain a straight answer for his self-imposed isolation from the other troops. Taking in a deep sigh, he looked back up to make eye-contact with the other and began. "The other recruits...they treat me...differently." He admitted. "To them I'm the son of the famous General Grail. No one wants to associate themselves with me. And now..." He sighed deeply. "They'll probably resent me because you're giving me special treatment."

"Mmmph...I was afraid of this." The captain grunted, rubbing the back of his head a bit. "Listen to me, Roan. There's nothing wrong with me giving you private lessons. I saw your potential and decided to help you reach it, that's all. My decision had nothing to do with who your father is."

"I know that..." Roan replied. "It's just difficult, living in his shadow. It feels like people only see me in comparison to him and don't treat me like an actual individual."

The captain nodded at this. "It's tough living in the shadow of someone else, this I know. I experienced something similar when I was a recruit...though my own father wasn't nearly as prestigious as yours." He continued. "Things will get better though. Eventually people will look past your father and start seeing you for who you really are. Just give it a bit of time."

"Yes, sir..." Roan replied with another nod, though he didn't seem to be fully convinced.

"Let's change the subject..." The captain sighed. "You're getting to that age. Have your eyes on any females?" He asked with a faint smirk.

"W-what?! No!" Roan exclaimed in response, answering a bit more quickly than he had intended too. His cheeks flushed a faint pink color in embarrassment. "I-I mean...there hasn't really been time for me to think of such things while focusing on my training. And frankly...some of the females in our unit are a little..."

The captain quirked a brow as Roan trailed off, giving the recruit a bit of an odd look before eventually throwing his head back and bursting out laughing. "Ahahahaha...wooo...!" It took a few moments for him to regain his composure, before he shook his head and gave Roan another pat on the shoulder. "Sorry for putting you on the spot like that. But yeah...a lot of the females can be pretty damn intimidating, eh? Most of 'em are even more brutal than the males."

"Y-yeah." Roan replied, a somewhat uneasy grin spreading across his features as he began to relax a little. "Compared to the females, men are..."

"Easier to deal with?" The captain asked, finishing the younger sergal's sentence for him. "Believe me, I agree wholeheartedly. Last female I slept with I was almost afraid she more interested in eating me than actually fucking me. Damn was I sore after that little encounter..." He chuckled to himself, shaking his head a bit. "Don't get me wrong...some of the males can be pretty rough too. But they seem a little less inclined to tear my throat out after we have sex."

"Eh? You...like men...?" Roan blinked a few times in surprise, a bit shocked to hear the captain admitting so openly to being bisexual. Not that such a thing was terribly uncommon, though it was generally a bit frowned upon...especially for higher ranking officers.

"Yeah. What of it?" The captain quirked a brow, still smirking at his recruit. "Don't tell me you plan to go tattling on me to the Commander."

"N-no. Of course not!" Roan replied quickly. "I was just a little surprised is all..."

"Listen to me, Roan...there's no shame in liking what you like. Sex...Love...it's all blind. It shouldn't matter if your partner's a male or a female. What's important is that you're both happy, am I right?" The captain remarked with a faint smirk. "Lookin' at you, I think it'd be safe to say you've had a few thoughts about other guys as well, right...?"

"E-eh?" Roan felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he was put on the spot once again. "Well...ah...maybe. But like I said...with my training and all..."

"Shh." The captain took a step forward, resting a hand on Roan's shoulder and smiling warmly. "Like I said, Roan, there's no shame it in. You're curious. There's no harm in that. Experiment a little. See what you like. If you keep second-guessing yourself you'll never find your ideal mate..." One of the other sergal's hands began to stray a bit lower, eventually coming to rest upon the base of Roan's thick tail, gently rubbing along the soft, red-colored fur. "Do you want me to show you? What being with another male is like, I mean."

"Captain...I...ah..." Clearly quite flustered by this point, Roan found himself struggling to find the right words. Awkward as the situation was for him, though, the sensation of the captain's hand gently massaging at his tailbase was strangely relaxing. A deep sigh escaped him as he felt his muscles growing a little weak, causing him to lean forward, head resting against the older sergal's muscular chest.

"That's it. Just relax, soldier." The captain chuckled a bit deviously, knowing with a little work he could probably have his recruit eating out of the palm of his hand. He found himself glad for the design of the armor his troop wore. Though it protected vital areas like the chest, it was also left open in quite a few areas for the sake of comfort...including the groin and rear. A loincloth was typically worn for the sake of modesty, but other than that access to his soldiers' more private areas was surprisingly easy.

The hand groping and rubbing at the base of Roan's tail would work its way a little lower, slipping underneath the both the loincloth and the long limb, a single finger curling up and seeking out the soft spot of flesh hidden beneath. Locating the younger male's anal ring amongst the fluff covering the majority of his rear, the captain nudged his fingertip against it, rubbing the area in slow, gentle circles.

Roan inhaled sharply at the touch, toes curling and tail coiling its way upwards a bit in surprise. His puckered hole clenched and quivered reflexively, the flesh there quickly growing warm. It was an odd sensation...being touched back there...but not altogether unpleasant. As the heat began to grow Roan felt a slight tingle of arousal spread through his loins, his hidden shaft peeking out a bit from its gential slit.

"So, Roan..." The captain spoke in a soft, sultry tone, long tongue reaching down to tickle at one of his recruit's ears. "How does that feel? Tell me...do you like it?"

Roan took in a sharp gasp as that finger suddenly gave his hole a firm prod, causing the soft ring of muscle to sink in on itself and stretch just barely, though not quite enough to allow the probing digit to slip past. His toes curled at the sensation, body tensing...and then relaxing again as he let out a slow breath. "Y-yeah..." He replied at last.

"Mmm. Wonderful." The captain allowed a faint smirk to cross his features at this, slowly pulling his finger away from Roan's rear entrance and motioning for him to turn around. "If you liked that, then you're gonna love what I have planned next. Go ahead and turn around. Lift that tail up high. Give your captain a good look of what he has to work with."

The faint flush of embarrassment returned to Roan's cheeks at his captain's next order. He did as he was told, however, turning around and somewhat reluctantly letting his tail to coil its way upwards, exposing his naked rear to the older sergal.

Grinning ear to ear, the captain made his way up behind Roan, kneeling down and kneading his hands into the soft, thick fur covering the younger male's rump. Working his fingers into the fur and flesh, he spread his recruit's cheeks apart to expose his tightly puckered hole, tongue running across his fangs at the sight. His nostrils flared a bit at the musky scent, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Smells like you're a virgin. Bet you've never been touched back there before, eh?"

"This would be the first time, yes." Roan admitted, ears folding back a bit timidly as his rump cheeks were spread apart. He shivered as he felt the cold air of the room wash across his naked pucker...followed by the hot, steamy breath of the captain blowing against his hole, the contrast in temperature causing the tight muscle to clench and tighten a bit.

"Nothin' wrong with that. Like I said, that's what experimenting is for." The captain snickered. "Normally I'd be tempted to pin you up against the nearest available surface and pound ya raw...but I guess this particular instance requires a gentler touch."

Nudging his pointed snout right up under Roan's tailbase, the captain let his lips part, blowing another puff of warm air along the younger male's hole before letting his long, forked, and flexible tongue coil out from his maw. Slowly, he ran the warm, wet muscle along the younger male's anal ring, dragging it firmly against the soft flesh, letting his tongue tug at and stretch the ring gently as he went.

Roan's eyes widened a bit at this strange new sensation, his knees suddenly growing weak as he felt himself falling forward, eventually being forced to lean against the shaft of his lance for support, tail lifted high to expose his taut rear. His toes dug into the earthen floor of the tent as that tongue went to work on his tight, virgin pucker, each brush of that tongue sending shivers up his spine and coaxing soft, almost feminine moans of pleasure from his lips.

The captain grinned inwardly. If Roan was enjoying himself this much already, he wondered how the younger sergal would react once he was actually penetrated. Poking his tongue gently against the center of youth's anus, he began to slowly push it inside, feeling that ring flex open around his tongue as the long, flexible muscle slithered its way into Roan's body.

Once again the youth was taken by surprise, his body tensing as he felt that tongue poking against his anal ring, teasing it...lapping at it...gradually relaxing the muscle just enough to allow that tongue to slide its way inside. Another groan of pleasure passed Roan's lips as that tongue snaked and slithered its way deep into his hole, tickling and teasing at his soft inner walls, brushing against places the sergal hadn't even been fully aware that he had. All he knew, however, was that it felt amazing. A tingling sensation of arousal spread through his rear as the captain continued to explore his innards with his tongue, the warmth flowing to his loins as his shaft gradually began to harden and slip free from its slit, tenting against the fabric of his loincloth.

The grin upon the captain's face was positively predatory as he saw how receptive his young recruit was to his advances. Reaching upwards he undid the belt which held Roan's loincloth against his body, letting the garment fall to the ground to fully expose the red-haired sergal's erecting shaft. His fingers curled around the warm flesh, stroking and squeezing gently, coaxing a few more of those pleasured moans from the younger male's lips.

He eventually drew his snout away from Roan's rear, slipping free of that puckered hole with a wet squelch, a wet strand of saliva connecting the tip of his tongue with the youth's slightly loosened anus. Wetting a finger in his maw, the captain pressed it down firmly against the tight, pink ring of flesh, gently sinking the digit deep into the recruit's ass, curling it inside and gradually working it in all the way up to the knuckle.

Another slightly pained gasp escaped Roan as the captain's finger invaded his anal passage. He felt his innards clenched down quite snugly around the probing digit as it squirmed around inside of him, slowly working its way in and out, pushing against the walls of his rectum as if searching for something.

Eventually the captain found what he was searching for...a small, smooth, walnut-sized bump amongst the sergal's soft innards. He gently ran his finger across the spot, gauging Roan's reaction before prodding down against it firmly and rubbing it back and forth in small circles.

Roan's mouth fell open in a shocked gasp, a sensation similar to an electric jolt suddenly running up his spine. He wasn't quite sure what the captain was doing back there but it felt amazing. A warm haze washed over his body as his body relaxed, innards releasing their vice-grip around the captain's finger, the initial discomfort of the penetration fading to pure erogenous bliss. As the captain continued to gently massage his prostate a few clear, sticky drops of precum leaked from the tip of his throbbing member, milked out from the pressure against the sensitive gland.

Taking those sticky globs of preseed, the captain slathered them across the length of Roan's erection, lubricating his shaft quite nicely as he began to stroke and pump at the sensitive flesh a bit more firmly. He let his finger slip free from Roan's rear once more, releasing his grip upon the recruit's member and taking step back to loosen and remove his loincloth, his own impressive member standing proudly between his legs.

"You seem pretty relaxed now." He remarked as he took hold of the younger male's shoulders, leaning in to let his tongue tickle gently against one of the red-haired sergal's ears. He positioned his hips right up beneath the base of the recruit's tail, shaft sliding up between his taut rump cheeks and hotdogging his ass. Noting the slightly nervous expression on the younger male's face he whispered soothingly into his ear. "Just take in a deep breath and relax. It will hurt at first, yes...but I promise you, you'll enjoy this far more than anything else you've ever experienced before. Just trust me."

Roan simply nodded and attempted to follow the captain's instructions to the best of his ability. He took in a deep breath, trying to stay relaxed, even as he felt the larger sergal shift slightly behind him, the tip of other male's thick, turgid shaft prodding firmly against his virgin hole. The puckered ring of muscle clenched a bit at the contact, tightening obstinately, clearly not wanting to allow the passage of the captain's shaft. The larger male was not one to be denied as he insistantly nudged his shaft back and forth against the stubborn ring of muscle. The captain was surprisingly patient with his recruit. As much as he might have liked to exert a bit of strength and simply force his way in, he knew that doing so would probably result in quite a bit of pain for the poor, inexperienced male...and would also likely discourage him from engaging in future encounters such as these.

Eventually, however, the resistance the younger sergal's body was putting up seemed to finally give way, his anus gradually opening just enough to allow the head of captain's shaft to slip its way inside. Roan's eyes shot open in surprise at the sensation of his anal ring flexing its way open around the invading rod of flesh, his jaws clenched in an unsure grimace as a slight jolt of pain shot through his body, innards clenching down like a steel trap around the invader, trying to force it back out again. It hurt, yes...though not quite as badly as he had been expecting it too.

"Shh...relax. You're doing quite well for your first time. The worst part is over. Just bear with me a little longer." The captain growled softly into Roan's ears, gently stroking and pumping at the youth's own erect member as he tried to get the sergal to calm down a bit. He waited for the youth's grimace of discomfort to fade into a more neutral expression, feeling that tight ring release its death grip around the head of his member before slowly sinking his way in a bit deeper, working in about two inches before pausing to gauge Roan's reaction once more.

The younger male let out a soft hiss, the stinging pain of having his anus stretched open around the girth of his captain's cock still persisting...though it wasn't quite as bad now. As the larger male gradually sank his way deeper, the discomfort eventually gave way to an odd, yet strangely satisfying sensation of fullness. Closing his eyes he let out a long sigh, willing himself to relax as his innards loosened their grip a bit more, allowing the captain to resume his steady advance into his rear.

Roughly 30 minutes passed like this, the captain working an additional inch or two into Roan's unyielding ass before pausing and allowing the recruit to relax, then advancing again. It was a slow process. He found himself growing slightly impatient, the more feral urge to simply pound his recruit raw building once more. He fought back his more base desires, however. This was more about Roan's pleasure than his own...and there would be many more nights to properly fuck his newest favorite if all went well now.

Minute after agonizing minute ticked away until eventually the captain managed to hilt every last inch of his throbbing erection deep within Roan's rear. The young sergal panted softly as he felt the soft fur of his captain's hips brush against the feathery fuzz which covered most of his undertail and rear, his hole quivering and straining against the girth of the larger male's cock. The pain was still there...though muted to extent. Instead the youth was more focused on the sensation of the warm rod of flesh pulsing and throbbing against his inner walls, radiating an intense heat which seemed to fill the youth to his very core.

"Doing alright?" The youth was snapped out of his light daze by his captain's words, a slight grin spreading across his features as he nodded in the affirmative. "Good. Now the true fun can begin."

Tightening his grip upon Roan's sides, the captain gently began to tug his shaft free, pulling out roughly a third of its total length before pressing his way back in again. He continued this motion with a slow, steady pace, working out a bit more with each tug back and thrusting back up to the hilt each time.

The resulting sensation sent shivers running down Roan's spine. After suffering from the initial discomfort and pain of losing his virginity this was starting to feel good again. His features spread into a lazy grin as he felt the captain's shaft tugging at his inner walls each time it exited, leaving him with a strange, empty sensation...only to be filled again as the larger male pushed his way forward again, hips slapped lightly against his rear.

Soon the captain was thrusting with nearly his entire length, almost pulling out of the sergal's ass completely before sinking his way back in deep once more. Noticing the change in his recruit's demeanor he gave his shaft a little squeeze, pumping it in time with his thrusts as a grin of his own spread across his features. "There we go...you're nice and relaxed now, eh? It's not so bad once we get into it." He chuckled, giving the base of the younger male's shaft a firm squeeze and snickering as he gasped in response. "Feels pretty good havin' my cock back there, doesn't it?"

"Yeah..." Roan admitted as he let out another breathless groan of pleasure. "Still hurts a little though..."

"That will pass with experience. You'll probably be a little sore after though." The captain chuckled, running his tongue along the younger sergal's neck. "You'd better get used to it though. I plan on using your ass quite frequently from now on. And once you get a little more experience I won't be quite as gentle. You've yet to see what I'm really capable of." He snickered. "Who knows? *Grunt* Maybe if you ever beat me in a spar I'll give you a shot at my ass too. That should be decent enough motivation, I think."

"Y-yes, captain..." Roan replied, unable to think of much else to say as the haze of pleasure clouding his body began to muddle his mind a bit. It was becoming hard to focus on much else aside from the mulitude of strange, new, and pleasurable sensations washing over his body all at once. His hole straining around the captain's cock...the light tugging of it against his inner walls as it pulled free from his body only to sink in once more...the sensation of the captain lightly toying with his own drooling cock and churning balls, teasing him and constantly keeping him on edge as his virginity was taken completely and fully.

A few more moments passed like this before Roan felt his captain shift his weight behind him slightly, a slightly pained gasp escaping him as the larger sergal gave a particularly rough buck into his ass. "Spread those legs wide, recruit. I think it's about time we finished this little encounter up."

There was little if any time for Roan to make protest as another rough buck came, stealing the breath from his lips along with any reply he might have made. The captain continued to drill his ass with firm, downward strokes of his cock, the pointed tip of the heated rod of flesh mashing against the poor recruit's prostate with each push forward. Roan clenched his jaw together in a tight grimace as the captain began to jerk his shaft fervently, pumping roughly as he continued his merciless assault on his rear.

It soon proved to be all too much for the red-haired male to bear. The intense sensations racking over his body took their toll as a white flash of pleasure washed over his body and next thing he knew, thick ropes of hot, sticky seed were erupting from the tip of his straining member, splattering messily against the earthen floor of the tent.

The captain tugged his shaft free from Roan's rear moments later, grinning ear to ear at the sight of the younger male's gaping, slightly red-colored hole before jerking himself to climax as well, spraying his own load against the other's back and tailbase. "Maybe one night I'll fill you with my seed...but that's a privilege you'll have to earn..." He chuckled. "Now...go get yourself cleaned up. I'll expect you in my tent bright and early tomorrow morning for more private training."

"Y-yes...captain..." Roan panted, taking a few moments to recover from his orgasm, retying his loincloth back around his waist before gathering up his things. He peeked outside of the tent a bit timidly, hoping no one would notice his slightly awkward gait as he made his way towards the makeshift shower stalls that had been set up in order to allow the trainees to rinse off after their afternoon exercises. In the back of his mind, however, he was already looking forward to another session with the captain. Something told him he'd go far under his instruction...