"How do you mean? Gods, man, you could be my equal on the battlefield," Chrom grinned. Maybe his better. He wasn't sure, as the two had never had an occasion to cross blades in the past.

He folded his arms as he looked back into the training room with a smile on his face. "I'm aware of your time restraints. You give much to Esdham and the defense of our forces all over the world." Chrom glanced at Sephiroth once more, one brow lifted. "But 'hardly the most suitable' as far as skill and prowess goes, I don't believe that for one moment."