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[ame_zingly]

Who: Yamamoto Takeshi//ame_zingly & Ryuuzaki Umi//bloomingdragon
When: 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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[bloomingdragon]

Umi herself had brought dessert - pasticciotti, small Italian custard tarts wrapped neatly in patterned cloth. She was dressed nicely but casually, a short skirt over capris, and had slipped her combat gloves on. Pale tan and fingerless, they looked like something straight out of a fantasy RPG with gold scrollwork on the edges and a large blue gem on the reverse of the palm.

Her sword gave off a similar impression, although at the moment it was nowhere to be seen. Worldhopping for her was heralded by light rain, and she appeared in midair, lightly landing on her feet shortly thereafter. A bit of dampness followed.

"Sorry," she apologized readily, "I haven't gotten the hang of not getting water everywhere yet."

[ame_zingly]

"One..." Swing.

"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