Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140521023836/@comment-11588669-20140522225458

Kūkan parried a stab from his counterpart. He flipped his grip so the blade was held backwards, and twisted around, using Kumori's momentum to deliver a sharp elbow to her temple. The girl ducked low, and responded with one to his stomach, using HIS momentum to twist around and slash at his back. But Kūkan was gone. Kumori paused, then suddenly shot to the side. Seemingly out of nowhere, Kūkan appeared, and brought his blade across in a horizontal swipe that narrowly missed her. They paused, taking each other in.

The boy was covered in bruises and gashes, but seemed no worse for wear. Especially if the grin was any indication. All he'd had for four years was just himself and some training posts, instead of an actual sparring partner. Well, that and his...'job'. Regardless, he hadn't had this much fun in a long time.

Kumori was sporting lighter injuries, a few slashes across her clothing were dripping blood, but they were light. A small bruise was blossoming on the exposed portion of her shoulder- one of Kūkan's kicks had landed solidly, sending her to the ground. But while her wielder's expression was one of excitement, hers was one of worry. He was pushing himself too far. Already, she could see his grip was shakey, and his stance was off. But...this was the point. To get better.

After all, no pain, no gain. The two adopted their respective stances, and started again. Slashes were dodged and countered, stabs parried. But they didn't limit it to kenjutsu. Punches, kicks, throws, grapples. All of it was implemented in their spar. Until Kumori called a stop, and turned to the school.

"We have company..." She adopted a smile, glad to finally be able to meet one of her wielder's classmates. On the other hand, Kūkan's face shifted into his trademark scowl.

"Daniel...what do you want?"