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So began what you called..your karma for belittling this man.
Wiping off a drop of sweat as you charged at him again, wooden sword in hand. Only to be blocked easily as he looked at you with irritation.
"Keep your attacks tight! You're way too open, kid. You'd die in a heartbeat out there." He says as he pushed you and your false-weapon away.
"Try again. Use this stance." He calmly instructed as he showed you an agile stance. Mimicking it as he nodded at your form, gesturing you to attack.
Let's recollect your knowledge from what Atsuo had ranted about shall we?
Breathing of order
-The breathing style they used did not derive from sun breathing.
-Having derived from western swordsmanship and altered into a breathing by the some person named Araya Koichi.
-This breathing has nine forms. Each one never losing the essence of neat and tight-kept attacks. A style that showed order yet remained unpredictable.
-Each use must remain level-headed for a proper execution of this technique.
Being knocked back into the dirt once again you looked at the calm man who gestured you to stand up, you realize why there was a sudden shift in his attitude now.
You stood up, feeling humbled as you cleared your throat. Assuming the same stance he had taught you.
That's how it went for a long..long time.
(It had only been 5 weeks)
But still it felt longer than that as you let out a long sigh, staring up at the blue sky.
Atsuo snickered from where he was by the tree, swinging his sword for the thousand time that day. Toguro scoffed at your deflated form on the ground as he threw a pebble at your side causing you to yelp and stand up with an irked expression.
Picking your sword back up, you were cut off by a male voice by the engawa.
"Toguro, i see you're accepting female students now." A man with fiery hair teased the dark haired male from where he stood on the engawa.
