Anakin pressed the switch on his own hilt, the blade humming to life. He passed it through a patch of grass, testing it. As predicted, or hoped, the blade made a noise like a string of z’s, and the grass trembled, but nothing was singed or cut. No one was going to lose a limb on account of Anakin’s blade this sparring session.
“As it turns out, you’re not the only Master I had at the Temple.” Yes, that was a good place to start.
He stepped across from Obi-Wan, taking a familiar Form I starting position.