Turns out a whole lot of work went into maintaining a sword. It wasn't like a blaster either where a million were made and you could just pick another up, swords were unique. That much Takeshi understood, especially considering where he had gotten his blade from. Since it was such a one of a kind blade all the more reason to keep it in good condition, however he was meant to do that. Sharpen the blade and buff out scratches he supposed, though he wasn't entirely clear on how to even do that much. "I get it, I need to maintain the blade. I gotcha..." When they went to Kaesstra again he'd have to pick up some things for that most likely, goodness knows they didn't have the tools on the ship now. He might be able to get by with some generic stuff, but if the metal was different maybe it could become damaged. Man... Maybe taking a Kaesstrian sword for his own wasn't such a good idea.

"Doubt me and you'll pay for it," Takeshi said, exuding arrogance as usual. He wouldn't be able to take pride in it if he did indeed triumph, but he was smug enough to enjoy proving Viral wrong. Dashing across the room with a push off of his leg the Saiyan brought his blade up sharply, aiming for the Beastman's extended arm as he did so. Figuring it was moving too quickly to be blocked Takeshi gasped in surprise as his sword was slammed with a hard strike, nearly losing his grip as he stumbled past Viral, clutching at his blade hastily. Turning around to face Viral, the Saiyan froze up when the cleaver was thrust out, looking down at the large blade being just centimeters from his chest. Blinking owlishly he let out a sigh, looking at his friend unamused. "If I was using Ki I'd blow you away before you could even hit me..." he grumbled, not wanting to be made an easy target. Quicker than he was prepared for Viral went on the offensive, mirroring the very move that Takeshi had only just used. Stepping back slightly the Saiyan held his sword firmly in both hands, trying to mimic what the other guy had done by twisting his blade. All he managed to do was make his own sword be knocked aside in a strong jolt, stumbling back and falling on his backside as a result.

Dammit, this shouldn't be that hard! He had seen Viral do it at least a dozen times before so why couldn't he copy it? Gritting his teeth in frustration Takeshi lifted his head, glaring at the Beastman before slowly rising back to his feet. The truth was he needed a lot more training and he knew it, much to his chagrin. Right now he didn't have time for that though, he shouldn't even had done this little bit. Shu and T'charrl were waiting on him, he had to get going. "Alright, alright. I'll take lessons, when I get back. The others are waiting on me, I can't be training now," the Saiyan grumbled, sheathing his blade and fastening the scabbard to his waist carefully. "I'm still taking my sword. I'll just use it as a deterrent, don't worry. I wouldn't know what to do if I went against a swordsman after all," Takeshi added bitterly, sighing as he moved towards the door. Stupid Beastman... Why did he have to be right? Swordplay shouldn't be hard to pick up, not when you spent so much time around someone who battled that way. "Like I said before, I'm coming right here when I finish, so be ready to train me."