"I have learned a few tricks, however. Thanks to our 'friends." He gestures into the air with a hand. "Heeto, I have need of you."

A nervous looking Moogle appeared from behind Makoto, fluttering around to face him. "Yes, Doji-kupo?"

What kind of honorary title is that? Well... at least it's trying.

"Change my armor to what you found me in." The little Moogle nodded and bounced, and instantly the samurai stood in a suit of powder-blue light armor and silks. The crane that was featured on the chest of his robes glimmered on his shoulder plate. He offered a small bow to the Moogle, who offers something close to a bow before shuffling off.

"If your Moogle is capable of the same, all we are missing are training swords."