The hop was impressive, but it was something Lloyd could take in stride easily enough. He'd done jumps like that himself, and he'd seen some of his friends perform similar feats. Sometimes it was almost easy to forget that most people couldn't do some of the things that he took for granted. Instead, he watched Ramza's feet curiously, trying to see how he held himself on the bars.

He had to resist the urge to rub the back of his neck, self-conscious. His hands were still holding his swords, after all, and he wasn't ready to put them away just yet. He settled for a shrug instead. "I'm mostly self-taught. Where I grew up, nobody else could use a sword, so I kind of had to make it up. I had... I have..." He groped for the words to describe what training he did have, and came up lacking. It was hard describing things involving Kratos. "I met a guy who taught me some stuff. But he only used one sword." Kratos had taught him a lot, but he couldn't teach Lloyd his style.

Shifting his feet to a slightly more balanced and comfortable position, he tilted his head, curiosity rising again. "You went to a military school?"