[After almost a week of the weather finally settling, the snow had returned much to Yamato's annoyance. But he felt like he was going a bit crazy locked up in his apartment, and truthfully he felt like he was going to spiral into alcoholism if he continued with his hermit-like sulking...
So Yamato took a walk despite the frosty weather. The cold air cleared the roughness clinging to him, and his feet gradually took him to the park. The sun was beginning to set, and it probably wasn't long until the hostile demons would crawl out of the shadows. Yamato hadn't been practising his abilities lately, and he felt like he needed to punch something to death.
It was when Yamato was halfway through the park that he caught a glimpse of light on the grassy field, away from the stone path. It was a glint of a blade, and Yamato squinted in the dim light to see someone skilfully sparring an invisible opponent. Curiously, Yamato stepped off the path to get a closer look.
After a minute or so, he waited until there was a break in the man's movements to speak up]
Wouldn't it be better to test your blade against a physical opponent?
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So Yamato took a walk despite the frosty weather. The cold air cleared the roughness clinging to him, and his feet gradually took him to the park. The sun was beginning to set, and it probably wasn't long until the hostile demons would crawl out of the shadows. Yamato hadn't been practising his abilities lately, and he felt like he needed to punch something to death.
It was when Yamato was halfway through the park that he caught a glimpse of light on the grassy field, away from the stone path. It was a glint of a blade, and Yamato squinted in the dim light to see someone skilfully sparring an invisible opponent. Curiously, Yamato stepped off the path to get a closer look.
After a minute or so, he waited until there was a break in the man's movements to speak up]
Wouldn't it be better to test your blade against a physical opponent?