Charolette
The demigod of war stepped forth when spoken to, ready to deliver his reply and announce himself- but he paused, lost for words for a split second as his mind worked at high speeds. He doesn't need to belt out his many titles, boast about his lineage and divine blood- this was something he had always done, but now was different. He knew that boasting and prideful talk would get him nowhere, but honesty, honesty would.

"***My name is Pride Malcorin, and I have come to seek your wisdom as a warrior and a craftsman.***" The demigod replied with a bow, a traditional bow at that, before he stood back straight and responded again. "***I pursue a renewed understanding in what it means to be a warrior, and I wish to learn how to forge a blade of my own- for I have never wielded a weapon made by my own hands. I seek to uphold the honor of my lineage and my person as both warrior and man.***"

The demigod stepped forwards once more and dropped to a knee, something he had never done in his life, bowing to someone else. Even though Pride is his very namesake, even if he has always seen himself as above such a thing as bowing and even if he knows he is a master of war and battle- he seeks what he does not truly have, wisdom, and that he must show his true desires plain and simple.

"***I understand the path I seek is treacherous but I am prepared to crawl through it if I have to.***"

He did not plead, he did not beg, he spoke the truth of what he was asked for he knows to ramble on would be against the very essence of being a warrior. To be a warrior and to know oneself you have to be direct, and Pride knows he should operate that way if he wants to find any success along this path.
Jeanne
Hagane observed Pride's words and actions with a keen eye, noting the sincerity in his demeanor and the humility in his gestures. Though accustomed to dealing with warriors of all kinds, he found something different in this demigod before him—a hunger for knowledge and understanding that transcended mere skill in battle.

As Pride spoke of his intentions and desires, Hagane nodded in silent acknowledgment, his expression unreadable yet contemplative. Here was a man—or rather, a demigod—who sought not to boast of his lineage or divine heritage, but to learn and grow as both a warrior and a craftsman. It was a sentiment that resonated deeply with Hagane, for he too had once been a seeker of wisdom and mastery.

"Rise, Pride Malcorin," Hagane said, his voice steady and measured. "Your humility does you credit, and your quest for knowledge is a noble one. To seek understanding in both the art of war and the craft of smithing is to walk a path fraught with challenges and hardships, yet also with great rewards."
Charolette
The demigod of war felt nothing except for humility and desire. A strong desire to become a better man and warrior, and the humility to know his greatness is not enough as it stands if he wishes to truly become the best. For too long had he thought he was the pinnacle, the perfect warrior and most supreme power that walked the realms. He had thought so much of himself, so very highly, that he still behaved like he did during the age of demigods. Where war and battle was all he needed to excel at, his wisdom did not matter then. Now is different, thus he seeks to change his ways.

"***Thank you, Yamakozu Hagane.***" The demigod replied as he stood up, facing the master of both sword and smith. "***For far too long have I thought my sword arm was the sole thing I had to master in order to become a true warrior. Now I know different, and I seek to change my ways. I seek your guidance and your teaching, please.***"

Pride spoke from his heart to the smith, being genuine and honest but direct and mindful of his words. Like the poetry he has written his whole life he needs to be selective with his words, precise and true, like a sharpened blade.