Board Thread:Third Training Ground/@comment-24714922-20181105203936/@comment-34651819-20181107222948

Shun's words fell on daft ears, as Hanama didn't give a single iota of thought to Shun anymore after what he said. Hanama continued with his practice, striking at the air and rehearsing moves of his. Every now and then, he'd stop and evaluate a mistake of his. Most commonly being with the edge-alignment of his cuts. A simple mistake, but one simple enough that even a master could make it. the day drew out into an even more intense heat, and it was clear that over time it was beginning to affect Hanama. His repeated strokes grew slower, and sweat trickled down his brow. His body longed for something colder. Something that would satisfy his thirst. Yet the idea of conceding to that brick-headed mutt was too much for Hanama. His frustration at the very idea was apparent as his eyes sharpened down into little daggers pointed at Reiko and Shun.

Before the heat could affect him any further, Hanama started to walk towards the two. An idea had hatched in his head, one that he thought more fitting in this situation.

"Hey," Hanama called out to Shun, "You. I have a challenge. Spar me. If I win, I get to have all of your water. If you win..."

Hanama's eyes temporarily strayed, as if he didn't know what exactly he was putting on the line.

"I'll give you my strongest blade."

Hanama almost regretted those words as soon as they came out of his mouth, but he didn't have much else to offer. Instinctively, his hand hovered over the scroll containing his Ōdachi.