Puffin Campfire; Tuesday Afternoon, after workshops
Despite having practised a bit that morning, Sakurazaki couldn't really get her attempts to work on a more Western form out of her head. She had told herself she'd do some meditation after her workshop, but the heat made her restless, and she couldn't quite focus. She was soon on her feet, talking quietly to herself in Japanese as she shifted through the motions, arms moving in haphazard response to the idea of having a sword. It didn't take her long to become extremely focused, although occationally frustrated, released through a brief pause and a growl. To a casual observer, it probably looks like a very ritualistic sort of dance...or a very strange sort of fit.
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