[ training, tiring as it wont to be, leaves yasusada hyper-sensitive. even has he grabs a towel to wipe himself down, his senses are honed enough that he can sense the approach of someone at the dojo door, count out the exact number of steps the individual takes before opening said door, and upon the opening of the door, his eyes immediately trains to the sword at the man's side, before his eyes flip upward to mitsutada's face. he doesn't spar often with this particular sword, but mitsutada is his senpai, which prompts a proper dojo bow out of yasusada, along with an accompanying greeting. ]
Mitsutada-san, good morning. [ yasusada's ever-serious when he's in the dojo, devoid of his usual smile, but that doesn't mean he doesn't look friendly, wide-eyed and composed, sharp. at mitsutada's words, he lowers his head just a tad. not meaning to be rude, but in his usual blunt manner: ] I'm not yet done.
[ as if being tired out after three hours of non-stop ass-kicking isn't a good enough reason to be done. or a least take a break. but yasusada's never really had a good sense of when to take a break and when to keep pressing on-- it was always kashuu who called the shots and held him back. here, he finishes wiping himself down with a sigh, and then shoots a discerning look at mitsutada once more. they haven't sparred in a while-- and of course, since the only thing on yasusada's mind right now is fighting, he wonders how he matches up to his senpai now. ] Are you here to spar?
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Mitsutada-san, good morning. [ yasusada's ever-serious when he's in the dojo, devoid of his usual smile, but that doesn't mean he doesn't look friendly, wide-eyed and composed, sharp. at mitsutada's words, he lowers his head just a tad. not meaning to be rude, but in his usual blunt manner: ] I'm not yet done.
[ as if being tired out after three hours of non-stop ass-kicking isn't a good enough reason to be done. or a least take a break. but yasusada's never really had a good sense of when to take a break and when to keep pressing on-- it was always kashuu who called the shots and held him back. here, he finishes wiping himself down with a sigh, and then shoots a discerning look at mitsutada once more. they haven't sparred in a while-- and of course, since the only thing on yasusada's mind right now is fighting, he wonders how he matches up to his senpai now. ] Are you here to spar?