The ire from his student went entirely unnoticed as the incarnation scrutinised their attempt at standing. Nodding his head as he found the posture to be sufficient, the Star Dragon Sword shot a meaningful gesture up towards Scar’s supporting hand as he instructed. “Support yourself on that wall any longer and I’ll have to deem you unworthy of my instruction.” The sword snapped, before tapping the back of the feline’s knee. “When you believe yourself ready to walk, focus your balance on your legs rather than that precious wall of yours.”

Dropping his arm back down to his side, the sword took a few steps back and away from where Scar stood. He didn’t trust the mangy feline as far as this physical body could throw them. The chances he’d be used as some form of support when his student stumbled was far too high for his liking. There would be hell to pay if anybody treated him with such disrespect.

“Most humans don’t ever consider balance during the motions of walking – they simply just ‘do’ the motorised function.” The sword muttered as his attention drifted over towards Oriya. “Only those who require balance skills for their occupation, such as street performers or swordsmen, are the ones to look deeper into the mechanics behind it all.”