His teacher approaches Kurt as he sits at a table, overlooking a chess board, set up. However, he doesn't seem to have an opponent. As the conversation proceeds, it becomes apparent that he was considering what club he should put together for the school and this was his thought. He then invites Instructor Rean to play a game with him, although he does add in a small bit of taunting.
"Though... if you don't want to lose to your own student, I won't force you."
That seems to do the trick however. "...Haha. Well, if you're going to put it that way... Game on. I haven't played in a while, but this should be fun."
And so the two began their game, a steady rhythm to their moves.
"...you're pretty good. Were you bluffing when you said you hadn't played in a while?"
"Haha, it was no bluff. But I don't intend to go easy on you. When I was a student, I played my friend from the chess club all the time."
"...I see. I must have underestimated you. I suppose your hidden chess skills are comparable to your hidden sword skills."
However, the peaceful game is interrupted by the excited squeal of a high-pitched voice-- "There you are, Kurt! ❤"
Three girls come rushing over to their table. They seem to know Kurt, speaking with girlish familiarity. Kurt on the other hand is flustered and shocked by their sudden arrival. They explain that when he stopped showing up at the training hall they came here looking for him, having heard he enrolled at a military academy. They continue to pester him, asking if they can watch him play. Instructor Rean on the other hand can sense Kurt's uneasiness and steps in by saying Kurt must be getting back to his training. He successfully deflects their advances so the two of them can leave.
Once they return to the school, it sinks in for Kurt that Rean has his own similar issues. If only his were based on his skills and accomplishments, rather than what he knows it is-- his looks. Kurt bows his head with an apology. "I truly am sorry. Were I more like a Vander... Were I more like my father and brother, perhaps I would be admired more for my skills, not such nonsense qualities such as..."
He trails off, and stops. "...Please pay me no mind. I'm simply venting. Since we're on campus, I'll be at the training hall for a while. If I go back into town, I may run into those girls again." Rean offers to assist him with his training, however-- "No thank you. I think I'd prefer to train by myself for the time being. If you'll excuse me."
Chess Match
His teacher approaches Kurt as he sits at a table, overlooking a chess board, set up. However, he doesn't seem to have an opponent. As the conversation proceeds, it becomes apparent that he was considering what club he should put together for the school and this was his thought. He then invites Instructor Rean to play a game with him, although he does add in a small bit of taunting.
"Though... if you don't want to lose to your own student, I won't force you."
That seems to do the trick however. "...Haha. Well, if you're going to put it that way... Game on. I haven't played in a while, but this should be fun."
And so the two began their game, a steady rhythm to their moves.
"...you're pretty good. Were you bluffing when you said you hadn't played in a while?"
"Haha, it was no bluff. But I don't intend to go easy on you. When I was a student, I played my friend from the chess club all the time."
"...I see. I must have underestimated you. I suppose your hidden chess skills are comparable to your hidden sword skills."
However, the peaceful game is interrupted by the excited squeal of a high-pitched voice-- "There you are, Kurt! ❤"
Three girls come rushing over to their table. They seem to know Kurt, speaking with girlish familiarity. Kurt on the other hand is flustered and shocked by their sudden arrival. They explain that when he stopped showing up at the training hall they came here looking for him, having heard he enrolled at a military academy. They continue to pester him, asking if they can watch him play. Instructor Rean on the other hand can sense Kurt's uneasiness and steps in by saying Kurt must be getting back to his training. He successfully deflects their advances so the two of them can leave.
Once they return to the school, it sinks in for Kurt that Rean has his own similar issues. If only his were based on his skills and accomplishments, rather than what he knows it is-- his looks. Kurt bows his head with an apology. "I truly am sorry. Were I more like a Vander... Were I more like my father and brother, perhaps I would be admired more for my skills, not such nonsense qualities such as..."
He trails off, and stops. "...Please pay me no mind. I'm simply venting. Since we're on campus, I'll be at the training hall for a while. If I go back into town, I may run into those girls again." Rean offers to assist him with his training, however-- "No thank you. I think I'd prefer to train by myself for the time being. If you'll excuse me."