Ezio Auditore prided himself on many things: To list a few, he was courageous, outspoken, committed to justice, and he was a handsome man (ma certo!).
Since his father and brothers had been lost, he was proud to say he had greatly matured from the 17-year-old who had first sought vengeance all those years ago. He had come to better understand himself over the years – both his strengths and weaknesses – and was now the founding father of the Fratellanza di Assassinos.
Yet one of these weaknesses, Ezio could admit, was that he still had a short temper. He had grown more patient over the years, but he often felt anger burn his tongue and he did not take to time-wasters – especially in the form of those he trusted.
Which was why he was now beginning to lose his temper with four of his apprentices.
Over the past few weeks, Ezio began to notice his young assassinos were acting (for lack of a better word) “distracted.” It was strange because they were efficient, obedient, and swift on all their missions. But in practice, Dio Caro, they made such foolish errors!
Only yesterday, Nando had cut his hand during sparring practice, Rinaldo claimed to have sprained his ankle, and Dasten and Vanze were arguing more often than normal, resulting in scrapes and bruises that they insisted needed tending to.
And so, Ezio was beginning to lose his temper with his young assassinos – especially after this occurred three times in four days. He was constantly having to send them to Leonardo to patch up, and when he did they took hours upon hours to return to training!
They were taking up all of poor Leonardo’s time! It was practically a sin! For Ezio to have his dearest friend sacrifice so much time from the artistry he loved just to care for apprentices that were not his own… it wasn’t right, Ezio knew.
“To think of Lenoardo, working on his paintings and designs only for my assassinos to trail blood into his room… Merda, I will not allow Leonardo to suffer.”
Leonardo had always been too nice – he never said ‘no’ to anyone and always desired to help. He had sacrificed much to aid Ezio and his Brotherhood, and coming from a man so loving of life he refused to eat meat…
Ezio’s mind was set in that moment, as he pictured Leonardo’s ever-smiling face.
He would ensure Leonardo stayed smiling and that his assassinos did not think they could take advantage of his dearest friend’s hospitality.
So, that next morning, he told all of his apprentices to get seated on the benches in the courtyard. Once they were seated and obediently looking to him, Ezio made his announcement:
“From this point on, you are all forbidden from venturing into Leonardo’s study or disturbing him while he is on the training grounds. No execpetions.”
Over a dozen sets of eyes looked up at the Grand Master in surprise, yet four sets of eyes became far wider than any others
Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 5
Since his father and brothers had been lost, he was proud to say he had greatly matured from the 17-year-old who had first sought vengeance all those years ago. He had come to better understand himself over the years – both his strengths and weaknesses – and was now the founding father of the Fratellanza di Assassinos.
Yet one of these weaknesses, Ezio could admit, was that he still had a short temper. He had grown more patient over the years, but he often felt anger burn his tongue and he did not take to time-wasters – especially in the form of those he trusted.
Which was why he was now beginning to lose his temper with four of his apprentices.
Over the past few weeks, Ezio began to notice his young assassinos were acting (for lack of a better word) “distracted.” It was strange because they were efficient, obedient, and swift on all their missions. But in practice, Dio Caro, they made such foolish errors!
Only yesterday, Nando had cut his hand during sparring practice, Rinaldo claimed to have sprained his ankle, and Dasten and Vanze were arguing more often than normal, resulting in scrapes and bruises that they insisted needed tending to.
And so, Ezio was beginning to lose his temper with his young assassinos – especially after this occurred three times in four days. He was constantly having to send them to Leonardo to patch up, and when he did they took hours upon hours to return to training!
They were taking up all of poor Leonardo’s time! It was practically a sin! For Ezio to have his dearest friend sacrifice so much time from the artistry he loved just to care for apprentices that were not his own… it wasn’t right, Ezio knew.
“To think of Lenoardo, working on his paintings and designs only for my assassinos to trail blood into his room… Merda, I will not allow Leonardo to suffer.”
Leonardo had always been too nice – he never said ‘no’ to anyone and always desired to help. He had sacrificed much to aid Ezio and his Brotherhood, and coming from a man so loving of life he refused to eat meat…
Ezio’s mind was set in that moment, as he pictured Leonardo’s ever-smiling face.
He would ensure Leonardo stayed smiling and that his assassinos did not think they could take advantage of his dearest friend’s hospitality.
So, that next morning, he told all of his apprentices to get seated on the benches in the courtyard. Once they were seated and obediently looking to him, Ezio made his announcement:
“From this point on, you are all forbidden from venturing into Leonardo’s study or disturbing him while he is on the training grounds. No execpetions.”
Over a dozen sets of eyes looked up at the Grand Master in surprise, yet four sets of eyes became far wider than any others