Waka (桜 002)

[prophet4thelulz]

Who: Abel, Waka
Where: Dojo, Espoir
Style: Either
Status: Closed

Today seemed to be a perfect day for training: the sky was clear, the air was warm, and a slight breeze from the sea blew southward over the village. The prophet himself decided to walk today, instead of just teleporting to the dojo. As much as he liked a good entrance, he acknowledged

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Sorry for the lateness. /hits Lj notifs

[prophet4thelulz]

While Abel went to the door, Waka took a couple of minutes to observe into his house. There wasn't much in it, and what was in it was very practical and neat. It was funny how houses seemed so identical to their owners. He remembered his own house back in Sei-An with the many tacky unusual statues and hologram computers placed in it. He missed it, especially the amusing Troopers he had with it.

"Ah, bien, my friend. Merci~." Waka nodded, and stowed his flute back into pocket. "Excuze-moi. I had not realized you were cleaning~! My timing is usually impeccable." A slight frown was all the prophet gave to show his apology before before he cheerfully started down the path toward the dojo. He wasn't one for idle conversation.

"Shall we, mon ami?" He asked, turning back to the mercenary with smile.

[prophet4thelulz]

Waka eyes the gauntlets. He hasn't ever seen such weapons, mostly being a swordsman himself. So this one fights with sheer force? Magnifique! It will be a fun battle. He wasn't humbled by Abel's size or stature, and was in fact even more eager to begin their duel. Though he did check himself on his self-assurance. His battle with Yami was enough to remind him that he was still capable of defeat.

Waka walked quietly on as Abel walked with him. He could see Abel wasn't much of a talker, and it was fine by the prophet who wasn't comfortable holding long conversations unless it someone who knew well.

As they approached the wooden dojo, Waka pulled out the sword strapped on his hilt. He had traded, before he came, his katana for a wooden practice stick. It was a simple design but it could still give a nasty bruise with enough force.

"Are you ready, mon ami?" Waka cocked his head, almost like a taunt. He wasn't sure if such tactics would truly faze the stoic Frenchman, but he was so used to short tempers accompanying warriors that a few

[prophet4thelulz]

"Ah, Abel-san. Before we begin, Guy-san asked us to set some rules before the match." Waka taps his flute lightly on his chin.

"Basically, mon ami, if there is no clear victor after an hour, it is a draw. I will lock the door just in case our sparring gets dangerous~." Waka smiled as he flourished the end of his sentence with his flute.

"Any rules you would like to add, my friend?"