Obi-Wan Kenobi walked through the entrance to the Temple and let out a small sigh of relief. He was exceedingly glad to be back within its peaceful, soothing walls. The last two weeks had been rough, to say the least. He was still in the process of dealing with the death of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn; with being a newly appointed knight; and with being a newly appointed master.

Obi-Wan glanced down at his new padawan, Anakin Skywalker. A jumble of emotions flitted through him as he thought of his young charge. He wished Qui-Gon were here. Another jumble of emotions flowed through him at the thought of his former master. Obi-Wan pushed his confusing emotions aside. He would sort through them when he had the time.

Obi-Wan put his hand on Anakin’s shoulder and guided him towards their apartment. It was the same unit he had shared with Qui-Gon. Pain pricked his heart as he saw the nameplate outside the door: Jinn/Kenobi. He steeled himself as he opened the door to an apartment full of memories.

Obi-Wan paused just inside the door. He dreaded the task that lay before him – packing up all of Qui-Gon’s things. Sensing his master’s distress, Anakin put his hand on Obi-Wan’s arm. “I will help you, Master.”

Obi-Wan smiled down at him. “Thank you, Padawan.” They set about their task, which actually turned out to be therapeutic for both of them. Anakin would ask about a certain item or holopic. Obi-Wan would then tell him the story attached to it. It ended up taking them hours, but those hours helped to further their fledgling master/padawan bond.

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Obi-Wan was sitting in his living area, engrossed in a datapad when his comlink beeped. “Kenobi here.”

Yoda’s voice answered back. “Obi-Wan, word with you Master Windu and I would like to have.”

“Of course, Master.”

“Outside the Council Chamber meet us.”

“Right away, Master.” Obi-Wan got up, put on his cloak and headed out the door. As he walked through the hallways of the Temple, he couldn’t help but feel a bit disconcerted. Eyes followed his every move. Conversations immediately stopped as people noticed his presence. Young initiates and padawans stared at him with a look akin to awe. Fellow knights and masters nodded at him, respect in their eyes.

This happened every time he set foot outside of his apartment. Thus, he’d been staying inside the apartment most of the time since coming back from Naboo. Anakin was in classes all day with the initiates. He had a lot of catch-up learning to do before he could participate in padawan-level classes. Obi-Wan spent most of his time trying to get his life back in order. He set up a schedule for Anakin, studied materials on being a Jedi Master, got the apartment organized to suit him and meditated quite a bit.

Obi-Wan focused his wandering thoughts as he approached Masters Yoda and Windu. He bowed to them respectfully. “Masters.”

Mace spoke up. “Walk with us, Obi-Wan.” Obi-Wan fell into step beside him and Yoda, who was sitting on his hoverpad.

Obi-Wan tried to focus on the masters, but was again noticing the reactions of everyone who saw him. He didn’t see the knowing look that Mace and Yoda shared. They had noticed as well. They were also privy to the Temple gossip about the new knight.

Mace turned to Obi-Wan. “We have a request for you.” Yoda chimed in, “Teaching position open there is. Want you to fill it we do.”

Obi-Wan looked at both masters in turn. “What is the class, Masters?”

Mace spoke up again. “Padawan Lightsaber 1.”

Obi-Wan mulled over the prospect, not noticing a group of female initiates passing by. They stopped and bowed to the masters. “Good morning, Masters.”

The sound of their voices brought Obi-Wan out of his thoughts. One girl spoke up shyly, “It’s good to have you back, Master Kenobi.” The other girls quickly murmured their agreement.

Obi-Wan smiled at them. “Thank you, Initiates.” The girls stared at him with a look that made him suddenly uncomfortable.

Mace cleared his throat. “I’m sure you have some place to be, Initiates.”

That broke the spell. The girls quickly apologized and took off down the hall. The masters could hear them giggling as they got further away.

Mace and Yoda shared an amused look as Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably. Yoda floated closer to him. “What say you, Obi-Wan?”

“I’m honored that you have asked me, Masters. I accept.” He looked at both of them. “When do I start?”

Mace crossed his arms. “Today. 1500 hours. Sparring Room 10.”

Obi-Wan hid his surprise. “Thank you, Masters.” He bowed to them and walked off quickly. Great. That gives me a total of four hours to prepare a lesson for a class that I didn’t know I was going to teach.

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Yoda and Mace watched Obi-Wan walk down the hall, causing the same reaction in all passersby. Mace put his hands on his hips and looked at Yoda. “We have a full-fledged celebrity on our hands.”

Amusement shining in his eyes, Yoda nodded his head. “That we do.”

Mace looked down the hallway again. “Well, if it had to happen to someone, I’m glad it’s Obi-Wan. If anyone can handle it without getting a big head, he can.” Mace chuckled. “In fact, he’ll probably hate every minute of it!”

“Ah, yes. Humble to a fault, Obi-Wan is.”

Mace turned serious again. “Do you really think it’s a good idea for him to teach that class?”

“Needs to keep busy, he does. And hide from his celebrity he cannot.”

Mace stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I don’t know. He’s had a lot of things thrown at him all at once.”

Yoda’s ears perked up and his eyes narrowed. “Doubt him, do you?”

Mace couldn’t help but smile at Yoda’s protectiveness of Obi-Wan. “Not at all. But he hasn’t had any time to truly deal with all that has happened. Anyone of us would need time just to absorb that many huge changes.”

Yoda nodded. “See how it goes, we will. Last long celebrity usually does not. Minimal disturbance to the Temple let’s hope it will be.”

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Obi-Wan strode into Sparring Room 10 to find the entire class already assembled. They were all sitting on the mats, waiting in anticipation. He glanced at the chrono on the wall. It was fifteen minutes before class was to start. Most students waited until the last possible moment before reluctantly entering the classroom. He could tell that these students were quite eager for class to start. Excitement was buzzing in the room.

“Good afternoon, Padawans.” Obi-Wan glanced around at the twelve and thirteen-year-olds.

“Good afternoon, Master Kenobi.” The children spoke as if they were addressing the Force incarnate.

Oh, boy. Obi-Wan forced himself to smile. He thought he heard distinctly female sighs coming from around the room. He dismissed it. “Well, since we’re all here early, we might as well begin.”

Obi-Wan began to go over the course as a whole and what would be required to pass. The boys sat in rapt attention, hanging on every word coming from their hero. The girls stared starry-eyed at their knight-in-shining-armor, not hearing a blessed word he said.

“We’ll start off with a simple kata before bringing out the training sabers.” Obi-Wan turned around to remove his cloak and stow it. Again, he thought he heard a collective female sigh. Then he heard a boy whisper to his friend, “This is so great! We’re being taught by the Sith-Killer himself!”

Keeping his outer calm, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but think, I wonder if it’s too late to tell Masters Yoda and Windu that I respectfully decline? He took a deep breath and turned back to the class. “I’ll demonstrate the kata, then I want you to spread out and follow my lead.”

The boys watched their teacher’s graceful movements with awe. The girls looked like they were about to swoon. Obi-Wan quickly finished. “Okay, spread out. We’ll take this a step at a time.” He demonstrated the first move and watched as the class repeated it. Actually, he watched as half the class repeated it. The boys all completed it, anxious for their teacher’s approval. The girls still looked to be in another galaxy.

“Very good, boys.” The boys in the class reacted like they’d received the Grand Prize in a tournament. Obi-Wan had hoped that congratulating the boys would have sparked a response in the girls. No such luck.

Crossing his arms, Obi-Wan looked at the girls with a stern expression. “Ladies, this part of the class requires P-A-R-T-I-C-I-P-A-T-I-O-N.” That seemed to bring the girls back from La La Land, at least temporarily. They didn’t want to disappoint their teacher. Through the rest of the class, the girls tried hard to concentrate.

The training sabers were brought out and Obi-Wan demonstrated the same kata as before with his lightsaber. He paired off all the students, but took time to work personally with each one. Towards the end of the class, the girls were getting distracted again. Obi-Wan’s face was flushed. Some sweat-soaked strands of hair clung to his forehead. And his tunic had come partially open to reveal part of his sweaty chest and strawberry-blond hairs. The girls knew that they were Jedi and were supposed to focus, but this test of their focus was cruel and unfair! In fact, it was impossible!

Poking at the partially eaten food on his plate, Anakin glanced up at his introspective master across the table. “Master?”

“Yes, Anakin?”

“Why don’t we ever eat in the main hall with the others?”

Obi-Wan had hoped that his padawan would not notice his avoidance of public places. “Well, padawan, it’s a little…difficult for me right now to be…out there…amongst the other Jedi.” Did that sound as pathetic as I think it did?

Anakin nodded his head. “Because of all the attention?”

Obi-Wan glanced up in surprise. “Yes.” Silly of me to think he wouldn’t know.

“I understand, Master.” Anakin had heard of nothing but his new master since arriving at the Temple. He also got the distinct impression that many of the initiates didn’t like him. He assumed it was because they were jealous that Obi-Wan was HIS master. All the attention being shown to his master was starting to get a bit annoying, but he was trying really hard not to blame Obi-Wan. After all, he certainly wasn’t enjoying all the hoopla.

Obi-Wan sighed. “Is it that important to you?”

His master had seen right through him. It did mean a lot to him. He wanted all of the initiates at the Temple to know that his master, the great Obi-Wan Kenobi, was proud to have Anakin Skywalker as his padawan. “Yes, Master.”

“Alright, Padawan. Let’s go.” Obi-Wan got up from the table.

Anakin hopped out of his chair, grabbed his cloak and ran out the door with a “Yippee!”

Obi-Wan grumbled under his breath. “I have a feeling that I’m going to regret this.” He walked out into the hallway where Anakin was impatiently waiting. Obi-Wan stopped and arched an eyebrow. “Anakin?”

“Oh, sorry, Master.” Anakin calmed himself down and got into his proper place, a step behind and beside his master. They calmly waked into the dining hall together. On the outside, Obi-Wan exuded calm grace. Inside, behind tight shields, he was dreading what he knew was going to happen next.

All conversation, all noise stopped as everyone took notice of who had come in. All eyes were on them as they got into the food line. Obi-Wan was trying desperately to keep his calm center. I am a Jedi. I am calm. I can handle this.

Anakin was glad of the attention. He knew the initiates were jealous - jealous of him. He was kind of enjoying being the padawan of the most famous Jedi at the Temple. He looked up at his master. He appeared to be completely calm. See, no problem. I’m glad we did this. As they walked through the hall with their trays, Anakin couldn’t help but notice the way the young females in the room looked at his master. He glanced around the room. They’re ALL looking at him that way! Anakin shook his head in disgust. Girls!

Obi-Wan let out a sigh of relief as he saw Mace Windu and Adi Gallia waving him over. He and Anakin set down their trays. Obi-Wan deliberately placed his back to the rest of the diners in the hall. He sincerely hoped that his traitorous skin was not turning its infamous shade of pink. He wanted to at least APPEAR like he could handle this.

Adi felt compassion for Obi-Wan. She knew that he was hating all of the attention being showered on him. Though, she admired the calm front he was putting up for his padawan. “Hello, Obi-Wan, Anakin. Are you settling in well?”

Obi-Wan wasn’t much in the mood for talking. “Yes, thank you, Master Gallia.”

Anakin had no such problems. He talked excitedly to the two Council members throughout the meal, who listened politely.

When they were through with their meal, Obi-Wan could not get out of the hall fast enough. Again, outwardly he appeared calm and unhurried. Inwardly, he wanted to run to the nearest exit.

Adi and Mace watched as all eyes followed the pair out into the hallway. Adi let out a breath. “Poor Obi-Wan! You know that he has to be hating all of this attention!”

Mace chuckled softly. “Oh, is he ever!”

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When Obi-Wan and Anakin got back to their apartment, Anakin was practically bouncing with excitement. “Thank you for being willing to go, Master!”

Obi-Wan forced a smile. “You’re welcome, Padawan.” The door chimed and he went over to answer it.

A huge smile hit Obi-Wan’s face as he sensed who was on the other side. The door slid open. “Bant!”

“Obi!” Bant engulfed her friend in an enthusiastic hug. He hugged her back, laughing.

“It’s so good to see you, Bant!”

“My master and I just got back from a mission maybe five minutes ago. You were the first person I wanted to see.” Bant put her hand on Obi-Wan’s arm. Her silver eyes were suddenly sad. “I’m so sorry about Qui-Gon.”

Obi-Wan covered her hand with his. “Thank you.” The sound of someone clearing his throat got his attention. “Oh, Bant, I’d like you to meet my new padawan, Anakin Skywalker. Anakin, this is my best friend, Bant.”

Bant stepped forward and shook Anakin’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Anakin.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too. You’re best friends?”

Obi-Wan laughed. “Yes. We’ve known each other since our days in the creche. That’s along with the other two members of the Fearsome Foursome.”

Bant laughed as Anakin spoke in disbelief, “The Fearsome Foursome?”

“That’s a nickname that was bestowed upon our group by our fellow initiates. We were inseparable and caused a bit of mischief. Isn’t that right, Obi-Wan?”

“That’s right. You, me, Garen and Reeft. Always.”

Bant smiled at her friend. “Always.”

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Obi-Wan was heading towards Master Yoda’s apartment. He’d been called to meet again with him and Master Windu. He put on his mask of calm politeness as he braved the hallways of the Temple. The reaction from others was still the same. When are they going to get over this already?

Obi-Wan hit the chime by Yoda’s door. The door opened to reveal the tiny master. Obi-Wan bowed to him. “Ah, come in, Obi-Wan.”

“Thank you, Master.” Mace was coming from the kitchen with a tray. Obi-Wan bowed to him. “Master Windu.”

“Have a seat, Obi-Wan. Yes. Have tea and cookies we will.” Yoda laughed softly. Everyone in the Temple knew of Yoda’s soft spot for sweets.

Mace sat back on the sofa, cup in hand. “How is the class going, Obi-Wan?” He studied the young man as he obviously tried to decide how to answer.

“Tell us everything, you will.” Yoda had sensed Obi-Wan’s hesitation.

Obi-Wan let out a frustrated sigh. “They look at me like I’m some sort of action hero out of one of those cheesy holoflics! Well, the boys do, anyway.”

Mace tried very hard to school his features and not smile. “And the girls?”

“No matter what I do, I can’t get them to focus! They often act as though their minds are off in some other galaxy!”

“Ah.” Yoda’s eyes twinkled in amusement. “That’s because they are.”

“Huh?”

Mace leaned forward, unable to hide his smile. “Obi-Wan, you’ve been a distraction to the young female population of the Temple since your mid-teens.” He watched as Obi-Wan’s skin quickly turned pink. “Now, your celebrity status has magnified that by about a hundred times!”

“Master!” Obi-Wan was absolutely mortified. “That can’t be true!”

Yoda was amazed at the young man’s ignorance of his effect on the opposite sex. “True it is. Pass with time, your celebrity will. But distraction to females across the galaxy, you will always be.” Yoda’s amusement grew as Obi-Wan’s skin went from pink to red. “Learn to deal with this you must.”

Obi-Wan wished he could cool his burning skin. “If I do have that effect on some females, it is…unsolicited.”

Mace had to hold in a laugh. “We know that, Obi-Wan. Never before have we seen anyone as unaware of his effect on women as you!”

“Be a test for you, this will, throughout your life. Test your resolve, test your will, test your loyalty to the Code this will. But most of all, test your heart this will.”

“But, Masters, I don’t want this attention. And I’m certainly not enjoying it!”

“Know this we do, Obi-Wan. Faith in you we have.”

Obi-Wan sat back on the sofa, silent for a moment. “Do I HAVE to keep teaching that class?” He hoped he didn’t sound too much like an 8th year initiate.

Mace rolled his eyes. “You can face down a Sith, but you can’t face a few hormonally charged girls?”

Obi-Wan looked him in the eye and spoke without hesitation. “Exactly.”

Obi-Wan returned to his apartment after another excruciating class. He flopped down onto the sofa. Give me a mother bantha protecting her young, give me hungry rancors, give me a gang of armed Toygarians, ANYTHING but this!

Obi-Wan just lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what he did to deserve this torture. The door chime sounded, making him jump. I have seriously lost my focus.

He got up to answer the door, knowing Bant was on the other side.

“Hi, Obi-Wan.” Bant knew immediately that Obi-Wan was not in a good mood. After her first night back in the Temple, she’d come to find out about everything going on while she was away. She knew her friend had to be completely mortified and out-of-sorts.

“Hi.” Bant was usually able to cheer him up. He sincerely needed that about now.

“I heard you had a run-in with Siri.”

Obi-Wan looked at her with surprise. “How did you…oh, never mind. I know how. The gossip line is faster than I thought.”

Bant looked at her best friend with sympathy. “Well, there were some padawans who overheard your little exchange with Siri. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s completely shunned by this evening!” Bant couldn’t help but laugh. “It isn’t popular right now to say anything mean to or about Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “Great. That will make our next encounter that much more pleasant."

“Don’t let her get to you, Obi. She’s like that with everyone. Why do think little miss poison-dart-for-a-tongue has no friends?”

Obi-Wan cracked up at his friend’s description. “How long did it take you to come up with that one?”

Bant smiled. “Not long, actually. It fits her so well.” She was happy to hear Obi-Wan laugh again. “Hey, let’s go for a swim, just you and me!”

“You know, that’s probably just what I need.” Obi-Wan went into his room to grab his swimming shorts. “Let’s go.”

Obi-Wan came out of the changing room near the pool, swimming shorts on, towel hanging over his shoulder. Bant was already in the water. He tossed his towel on a nearby rock, put on his aquata breather and gracefully dived in. He felt completely at ease and free in the water. He and Bant did their usual race to the bottom, which she won, as usual.

Obi-Wan came back to the surface and removed the breather. He went over and stood underneath a waterfall. He loved the feel of the water running down his neck and back. He imagined it washing away his tension.

Then Obi-Wan sensed another presence nearby. He could tell it was either an initiate or a young padawan. It seemed to have gotten Bant’s attention. She was standing in the shallows, peering intently into the greenery. He swam over to her and stood up beside her. He heard a gasp, saw the movement of some branches and then heard retreating footsteps. He didn’t think much of it, turning back to dive under water.

Bant’s hand on his arm stopped him. “Um, Obi-Wan, that was a teenage girl.”

Obi-Wan shrugged. “So? She left. What’s the big deal?”

“I know teenage girls. I used to be one. I have a feeling that she’s going to be back…”

Obi-Wan suddenly didn’t want to hear what was coming next.

“…only this time with a lot of her friends.”

As if on cue, they suddenly sensed the presence of several more young, female minds. Footsteps got louder, bushes and branches rustled and giggling filtered out of the greenery.

Bant covered her mouth as she sensed even more young female minds entering the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Oh, poor Obi-Wan!

Obi-Wan tried to quell his rising panic. These are little girls, you idiot! Calm down! He steadied his breathing and focused on his mantra. I am a Jedi. I am calm. I can handle this. He sunk further into the water, not wanting to attract any more attention to himself. I must have done something heinous to deserve this.

Up in the Jedi Council chamber, Master Windu answered an incoming call. “Yes?”

“Uh, Master Windu, we’ve received calls from several masters and creche leaders about their padawans and initiates having gone missing.”

Mace’s eyebrows knit together. “Missing?”

“Yes, master. And the strange thing is, they’re all females.”

“Oh, thank you. We will take care of it.”

“Thank you, Master Windu.”

Mace and Yoda looked at each other and spoke at the same time. “Obi-Wan.”

Mace and Yoda left the Council chambers wondering what in the world they were going to find. It didn’t take much effort to discover where all the young females in the Temple had gone. There was a cacophony of young female minds emanating from the Room of a Thousand Fountains. They quickly headed in that direction.

Back in the pool, Obi-Wan tried to keep up the facade of calmness. He whispered to Bant through gritted teeth, “Every girl in Temple must be here!”

“I know,” she whispered back. “Just stay in the pool.”

“No. I’m not going to stay and be studied like some specimen in a lab!” With that, Obi-Wan swam to the bank and gracefully hopped out. He grabbed his towel and headed for the changing room, ignoring the ‘oohs,’ ‘aahs,’ sighs and giggles.

All of the girls had stood in the midst of the greenery, hoping against hope that Obi-Wan would do exactly what he just did. They got to see him in nothing but his swimming shorts, dripping wet! They all tried to memorize his gorgeous form as he walked towards the changing room. They collectively sighed, hoping that they would dream about that image that night.

Yoda and Mace entered the Room of a Thousand Fountains and walked over towards the pool in time to see Obi-Wan hop out and head to the changing room. They also got a complete view of the girls’ reaction. Mace and Yoda moved closer to the pool and faced the greenery. Both had on their sternest Head Jedi Council member stares. Once the girls noticed them, that was all it took. A herd of young girls stampeded towards the exit to the room.

In no time at all, the room was back to its quiet, soothing calm. Obi-Wan poked his head out from the changing room to see if the coast was clear. Right now he didn’t trust that the Force was on his side. It may have tricked him into thinking that all the girls were gone. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, he stepped out of the changing room, this time fully clad in his Jedi gear. He stopped short when he noticed Yoda and Mace standing there. Blast! How could I not have sensed them?

Obi-Wan bowed. “Masters, …how long have you been here?”

Mace lifted an eyebrow. “Since you got out of the pool.”

Obi-Wan wanted to kick himself. If he would have just stayed in the blasted pool like Bant had told him to do, he could have avoided that whole last scene! The two leading members of the Jedi Council had witnessed everything that had just transpired. He found himself wishing he could crawl under a rock.

Someway, somehow, Obi-Wan managed to find his voice. “Masters, if you will you excuse me.” He bowed again before quickly heading for the exit. He walked briskly down the Temple hallways. He had a destination in mind and nobody who saw him dared interrupt. The Sith-Killer had a look on his face that said, ‘If you bother me, I’ll kill you.’ He knew that it was completely unlike him and completely unbecoming a Jedi, but at this moment he just didn’t care!

Obi-Wan strode into the main training room and looked around. Blast, I’m not alone! Within minutes the room had completely cleared out. Everyone who came across his path knew that Obi-Wan Kenobi wanted to be left alone – or else. Obi-Wan ran laps; he climbed the rock wall several times; he kick boxed a padded battle droid (to pieces); and he sparred with the droids specifically built to go up against a master, leaving about twenty of their burning hulks lying on the floor. Finally, all of his pent-up energy spent, Obi-Wan went back to his apartment.

Anakin appeared to already be asleep in his room. Good. Obi-Wan flopped back onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Now guilt plagued him for allowing all his emotions and stress to build up to the point where he’d practically destroyed all of the training equipment and scared the stuffing out of those who’d crossed his path. He ran his hands through his sweat-soaked hair. How did my life become this much of a disaster this quickly?

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Masters Yoda and Windu now stood in the main training room alone. A very agitated training master had called about the swath of destruction Obi-Wan Kenobi had left in his wake. They looked at the scattered pieces of the kick boxing droid and the twenty still-smoking hulks lying on the sparring mat.

Mace looked down at Yoda with an ironic look on his face. “I think maybe we should cancel Obi-Wan’s class tomorrow.”

Yoda had an equally ironic look on his face. “Right I believe you were about Obi-Wan being hit with too many things at once.” He shook his head. “Gotten way out of hand, this obsession with Obi-Wan has. Unlike the past incidents of hero-worship and celebrity this is. Disrupting the Temple and Obi-Wan’s life this is. Do something, we must.”

Mace nodded his agreement. “I think we should start by meeting with all of the masters and creche leaders of young girls. They need to work with the girls one-on-one about keeping their focus and not allowing a crush to rule their behavior.”

“Meet with the masters of the young boys we should as well. Need they do, to be taught the difference between admiration and hero-worship.”

Mace looked uncertain. “What about Obi-Wan?” He felt sorry for Obi-Wan. Even though he should probably be reprimanded for his actions this night…

Yoda sighed heavily. “Obi-Wan’s guilt I can sense from here. Of the Dark Side his actions were not. Born they were of pent-up emotions and issues not dealt with.”

Mace couldn’t help but smile. “Along with a healthy dose of embarrassment and frustration.” Mace paused in contemplation. “We should have given him time off to deal with everything that’s happened. He lost his beloved master to a Sith, killed said Sith, became a knight, became a master to a boy he once thought was dangerous, and came home to find he was a superstar and a heartthrob.”

“Yes.” Yoda looked up at Mace. “Reprimand Obi-Wan we will not. Beat himself up enough over this, he will. Meet with Obi-Wan the Council will tomorrow afternoon.”

Yoda paused as he looked around the training room again. “Agree I do that cancel Obi-Wan’s class tomorrow we should.” He chuckled as he walked out of the training room.