Heatwave
The weather was crisp and cool. Silvery clouds hung overhead, blanketing the sky in a canopy of subdued gloom. The air tasted and smelled sharp. For most, this wasn't ideal weather, but this morning felt just right for Shuya. Holding his sword in both hands, he practiced kata, making repetitive gestures with his blade in order to further bake the movements into muscle memory.
His practice zone of choice wasn't really a training zone, however. Instead, he'd gone and found a rather secluded field in which to train. An area that no one was using, and, hopefully, no one would use. He was mostly interested in training this morning, and not in idle chat. Still, it was difficult to completely get away sometimes, and if he were interrupted here, it wouldn't really come as a surprise, to be honest.
His practice zone of choice wasn't really a training zone, however. Instead, he'd gone and found a rather secluded field in which to train. An area that no one was using, and, hopefully, no one would use. He was mostly interested in training this morning, and not in idle chat. Still, it was difficult to completely get away sometimes, and if he were interrupted here, it wouldn't really come as a surprise, to be honest.