The revelation from the Jedi Master herself, about being a Jedi Shadow in the past, confirmed some of what Jand had heard.
He listened, gray eyes studied the Keshian, as the explanation was provided. The shadows weren't as clandestine now, it seemed, which would explain the rumors. Though it was the capacity to learn how to hide his presence that caught Jand's attention, as it would prove to be a viable skill in most situations, and learning from one of the Jedi Shadows personally sounded optimally suited to the prospect.
Jand relished the opportunity to prove his capability.
The young Nagai was a fast learner, for the most part, and prided himself on giving his all for his mentors.
However, Jand's usually neutral demeanor shifted, as the Jedi Master answered his query about the training lightsaber. He was a shocked, somewhat, and his eyebrows raised as one of Valery Noble's personal lightsabers was unclipped from belt and held out in offering. That, in and of itself, was a grand display especially in Nagai culture; to willingly offer another your own weapon, it could be seen as a sign of absolute trust, as for a Nagai a weapon was life. So, Jand placed the training lightsaber onto the holo-table, before he swallowed and looked back to the offered weapon:
"I-I thank you, Master Noble," Jand said slowly, as he reached out with both hands and accepted the lightsaber hilt. He held it delicately on his palms, as he nodded a bow and pulled it closer to inspect. There had been no hesitation or underlying discomfort with her title that time.
"I will protect your weapon with my life, and use it to my fullest combat potential against the Sith, I promise."
The craftsmanship was undeniable, the design unique and yet suitable to the owner, and Jand began to notice some details up close. The phobium emitter, the phrik emitter guards, with the telltale colorization of that metal, and the interlaced electrum throughout the design. It was a fine weapon, one made through a Jedi Master's careful eye and use of the Force, and Jand felt honored to wield it. And, perhaps with overcautious protectiveness, Jand carefully placed the lightsaber onto the clip of his belt, where the heavier hilt felt comfortable.
Then it was time to move.
As the Jedi Master deactivated the holo, motioned for him to follow and started to walk, Jand was close behind. The traversal toward the shuttles was quick, the landing bays ideally placed near the briefing rooms, and a civilian vessel ahead lowered a ramp. That would be their transport. Jand didn't hesitate and walked into the interior, as he listened to Valery Noble explain the mentoring to come.
Jand sat in the co-pilot seat, though in truth he couldn't really pilot.
It just seemed appropriate to listen attentively.
"I believe I understand," Jand said in response to the Jedi Master's informative words about Force Stealth. The notion was simple, but the Padawan suspected it would be tricky to achieve. Still, he would do his best to learn as well as possible before they arrived.
"I feel that shrinking my presence might yield the best results. Based on your explanation, it reminds me of some of my Nagai meditation training, where I was encouraged to channel my focus into the very tip of my weapon... to become one with the sword, to become the eye of its attack, and to extend beyond my physical self to make it part of me."
It felt like a natural development, at least.
A balance, for something new and something known, which might very well provide the results needed.
"Perhaps I can use a similar method, by compressing my presence like that?"
As Jand spoke, he strapped into the seat, prepared for departure. There was an underlying excitement, a want to prove himself, but he also maintained composure and outward calm...