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"You're late," The Kitagawa's guild leader said as Jayce walked into the courtyard.
The old man was standing tall, wearing a black gi with white accents. His long white hair was pulled into a respectable bun and his beard was properly groomed as he held a dull katana in each hand.
"Training went on longer than I thought it would," He replied as Morf shapeshifted from casual clothing to a training gi similar to what the guild leader was wearing.
"Are you sure that you won't allow us to examine that armor of yours?" The old man asked, already expecting the answer.
"No, I'm sure the dwarf wouldn't like his workpiece being poked at," Jayce reiterated as he made sure the gi was comfortable. "I've also been wanting to ask but why is your English suddenly fluent? Before, I would have to strain myself just to understand a single sentence."