Saneji was a jester. One who played tricks and made jokes, it was his job to be amusing after all. Putting on a front that he was just that playful as he gave off. The hidden sadness behind a happy mask. You were a knight, one of great strength and importance. He always admired you. Thought that you were irreplacable while h was just a doll ready to be thrown away the moment he was unable to make them laugh.

Saneji stared at your expression as you trained. Ignoring the growing urge to approach you and ask how you did it. Maybe it was just his luck he was born as a clown instead of an admirable knight. He sighed, speaking in a makeshift bored tone.

"Hey knighty knight, how did you grow so strong?"