Alone once more? -Giyuu-

4 - Training!

Narrator

"Kyaah!" A certain pink haired girl said as eight other people walked along with her. "I'm so excited that Tomioka-san finally accepted an invitation from us in person!"

"I, too, am happy as Tomioka-san often declines them!" A fiery man said as they continued to follow the tired man.

"Where are we even going to train, Tomioka?" An angry man groaned as he looked up at the sky. He was getting tired of waiting and he wanted to train already.

"...we're here..." The tired male uttered quietly as he stopped walking in front of a grassy field.

The field was the place where they had the picnic from a week ago. Everyone looked at the tired hashira, the youngest hashira tilting his head in confusion.

"We're going to train here?" The youngest hashira asked. He did remember that they were going to train and the tired male was supposed to find a place to train.

"How are we going to train? We don't have any training swords or anything." The short male hashira said. He was right, they didn't have anything to train with.

The tired hashira hummed a reply as he placed down the bag he was carrying for some time now. He had been carrying a mysterious bag for some time now ever since they started to walk towards the field. He unzipped the bag and started to pull out some things so he pulled out some wooden blades, bandages and white shirts. He was prepared.

"Oh! Tomioka-san is prepared!" said by the insect hashira. "Uh, Tomioka-san, how did you get our sizes?"

The tired hashira looked at the insect hashira and back at the bag, continuing to pull out the items he took out. "Those are the things I shall only know." He said. He asked the kakushis for the sizes so he could get prepared, that was why he had been trying to save his money.

"That's unflamboyant, Tomioka." The tall flashy man said as he stared at the tired hashira with curiosity. "C'mon, Tomioka, tell us."

"Just leave him, Uzui." The scarred man said as he grabbed one of the training blades and changed into the white shirt that was his side before starting to train. "C'mon, let's do a mock battle!"

"I don't mind it myself." The crying male said as he also grabbed a sword and joined the scarred man. "We're here to train, not question Tomioka."

"Of course!" The fiery male said as he did the same thing like the scarred man did. "Let's go!"

"Wait for me, Rengoku-san!" The pink haired lady said as she grabbed a training sword to join her mentor. "I want to join."

Everyone did the same, they went to train. Tomioka, Shinazugawa, Uzui and Himejima had a mock battle while Rengoku, Iguro and Kanroji had a flexibility test. Kocho and Tokito sparred with one another.

Laughter was coming from one of the group. Uzui and Shinazugawa was laughing, Himejima was crying and Tomioka was on the floor. Tomioka's face was red, his face got hit by the wooden sword while they trained. He was currently rubbing his nose bridge as blood dripped from his nostrils. None of the three other hashiras tried to help Tomioka.

"Is something wrong, boys?" Kocho asked abruptly as she walked closer to the group. "And, Tomioka-san, what happened to your nose?"