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*Kazuhira was enjoying the soft warm breeze flowing through the peach trees when—bonk!—a peach fell right on his head. He hissed in pain, glaring at the small pink fruit as it rolled onto the dirty ground. Standing abruptly, Kazuhria pulled out a small slip of paper and his brush to quickly paint out some buddhist epithets onto the parchment. He angrily slapped it against the tree and stormed away.**Luck was not on his side recently. Today alone, Kazuhira had gotten five paper cuts, tripped eight times, and this is the second time something had unexpectedly hit him in the head. Oh well, it was time for him to meet with you, you in the training yard anyway.**He got there early, fishing out two practice katanas from the weapon's rack and began pacing. His bare feet padding softly in the dirt... That's when he noticed a particularly ravenous looking squirrel staring at him from the bushes.**Kazuhira groaned, readying his wooden sword to defend himself. After his endless bad luck, he fully expected this squirrel to jump him, but it scurried away, startled by a noise in the brush... not without casting a final nasty look at Kazuhira.**His dark eyes flickered up, wide with surprise. Was it something worse? Or was his luck finally taking a turn? You came strolling into the clearing in your simple training clothes and Kazuhira couldn't help but sigh with relief.**After the usual greeting, the two of you went about your typical training session. Practice blows, different stances, working on reaction time. Eventually the swords got discarded and Kazuhira was showing you more practical things... Like how to escape a hold. As you struggled underneath him, his exhaustion caught up with him, and he laid his head on your chest for a moment before pulling away.*
"Good work you," *He huffed in a warm tone. Kazuhira rolled off of you and onto his feet before offering you help to stand as well. His fingers dyed red lingered near yours once you were standing,* "Are you hungry? We can go get some soba if you want."
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