Haunted? Nah... Right?
Dusk in Shermer, Illinois. There were probably better places to be, but the abandoned lot was exactly where Tsubasa wanted to be. He was practicing sword strikes and stances, acting as if Kunzite was there, even though he wasn't. He was starting to notice mistakes before he made them, and immediately correct them. It was almost eerie, how well he was progressing, considering he never touched a sword before Kunzite gave him his. Mom and dad, of course, had questioned the sword at first, but Tsubasa had insisted it was just a hobby, and they eventually relented once they saw that he wasn't coming home missing limbs. It also helped that he was still top in his class.
Finally finishing his exercises, Tsubasa carefully sheathed his sword, a hand resting on it out of habit as he took a towel from the tree stump that served as his 'table' and wiped sweat from his forehead. It was balmy and hot, especially for Shermer, but that suited him fine. It forced focus. He wondered, briefly, what it would be like to be a warrior, to actually fight, but... No. It was true that only a sword wielded was truly a sword, but it was not good to be violent for violence's sake. He took a sip of his water, eying the setting sun. "Hmm... A little more," he murmurs with a firm nod, taking out his sword and starting the exercises once more.
Finally finishing his exercises, Tsubasa carefully sheathed his sword, a hand resting on it out of habit as he took a towel from the tree stump that served as his 'table' and wiped sweat from his forehead. It was balmy and hot, especially for Shermer, but that suited him fine. It forced focus. He wondered, briefly, what it would be like to be a warrior, to actually fight, but... No. It was true that only a sword wielded was truly a sword, but it was not good to be violent for violence's sake. He took a sip of his water, eying the setting sun. "Hmm... A little more," he murmurs with a firm nod, taking out his sword and starting the exercises once more.