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After helping around the courtroom, she realized Angelira, whom was normally with her, was not present in the room. She hoped the girl puppy would be okay on her own, for a while. Either way, she was not sure what else to do. "So, uh... what should we do, now? Is there anything else we need to attend to?"

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Marilaiku was a little confused at what Kolson said. "Actually, Sacriran Martial Arts, each dojo will point out, is meant for self-defense, as originally intended in ancient times." She felt a bit better when she heard Kolson was an instructor, as well, and gave a closed-mouth grin. "Quite a lot of children, especially Sacriran ones, come to the dojos. It has been a tradition since the dawn of the Old Order, when the first Vitaiim appeared, for Sacrirans to learn from an early age how to defend oneself with such martial arts that we practice. We are taught only to use them when our lives or well-being were at stake at the hands of our attackers, and to never kill, if it can be helped. At the most severe of times, we would usually knock them out, instead. In fact, the only times we had to kill were when our very existence as a whole was at stake, such as during the Cataclysm."

She took a sip of her Rejiv Vitalita and then decided to change the subject, "You know, it is said that Rejiv was first consumed by Mathias, whom received it from Adarani via Ahuv delivering it so to relieve the God of Justice of possible fatigue, which he was exhausted, at the time, I hear. It is also said that it was one of the moments shortly before he went about creating the first Valeish, prior to the Cataclysm. Agriculture can lead to many things, you know? A lot like education does." She cleared her throat prior to speaking, again. "Well, anyway, what topic do you teach, Kolson?"