[Day 4- Mid-Afternoon-Garrison] Kenjutsu Practice

[Togashi Kazuma]

This was more like it. The embassy does not seem to have a real dojo. Or at least I was unable to find it, but it does have a quiet place next to the garrison. I draw my sword, striking down imaginary foes, and drilling the moves Sensei taught me. Here at least I do not have anyone staring slack jawed at me, or running away like I'm a madman. In fact I saw no one to interrupt me at all. It was hot, much hotter than the mountains, but the time I spent on Orochi's Wake made the weather at least tolerable.

My moves became more fluid, training on a boat was harder than I had first thought. There was little room to fully swing a sword, and I normally move a good deal when fighting. This was peaceful, and for the first time in longer than I would care to admit, I was getting relaxed. I started to feel in in my shoulders, then it moved to my arms and the rest of my body. I always seem to feel better when I'm holding my sword.

I'll allow myself this pleasure. I'm of little use in the city anyway. The peasants are scared. Why? I don't know. It's hot, and smelly, and dirty. I don't think they want a report of that.

[Togashi Kazuma]

I hear a loud noise and grunt. I was just managing to relax. I walk to where the sound is coming from. Damn this city.

(Moved to Main Hall due to the loud noises and interruption of my practice.)