Who: Yamamoto Takeshi//
ame_zingly & Ryuuzaki Umi//
bloomingdragonWhen: Sometime after
this thread.
Rating: G/Worksafe
Summary: The two swordsman meet with the intent of some friendly sparring perhaps, so that they can better understand each other.
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I've never thought of it that way before. You might have a point... )
"Two..."Swing.
"Three..."Swing.
This repetitive course of action had gone on for some time now, Yamamoto completely content to practice his swings. Everyday he did this, knowing that if he kept up the training, he and the sword could become as one, the metal and wood a mere extension of his own arm -- kind of like the way Squalo's was. Except not quite as literally.
For now, though, he'd been using his Shigure Kintoki, an ordinary-looking shinai which was suitable for practice. Just as he was about to set out for another round, Yamamoto felt a few drop of rain and looked up. "Heh, that's kind of cool," he said, thinking it was only to himself; he wasn't expecting to hear the rain talk back and apologize.
"Hm?" Lowering his Kintoki, he turned to greet the owner of the voice. "You must be Umi," the boy guessed; she never directly told him her name, but he'd heard of her through Gokudera, and yes, he could make the connection. "At least I'm hoping," he added brightly, and with a welcoming smile. "I don't know too many other people that can make rain just appear like that!"
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