Kashuu's in the middle of a break at the dojo, sitting on the edge of the hall floor that leads outside and wearing a very sensible outfit. There's an uchigatana-sized bokuto laying across his lap and a bottle of water in one hand, which he raises toward Kumon whenever he moseys in.]
Oh - Buzen and Yasusada and me! [Not his secret brethren, wooden sword Kashuus.] Since we're all used to fighting, we figured we can pick up the slack.
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Kashuu's in the middle of a break at the dojo, sitting on the edge of the hall floor that leads outside and wearing a very sensible outfit. There's an uchigatana-sized bokuto laying across his lap and a bottle of water in one hand, which he raises toward Kumon whenever he moseys in.]
Hiya! Are you here for a lesson?
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Still, he waves back.]
Can you do it one handed?
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--Yeah, but - shouldn't you fix that up...?
[At a glance, he'd missed it, somehow?! But he (probably) won't beat up someone with a splinted arm.]
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[Kind of scared of the medbay?! Somebody died in there...]
I will soon.
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...Want me to come with you when you go?
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Thank you for the offer.
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No problem. Maybe after you're all healed up, we can do a little practice here!
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[And by "we" he means himself and the other sword lads... Communal we.]
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[Who is "we"? Are there more Kashuus he doesn't know about? Are these wooden swords wooden Kashuu?]
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[A lot more than the non talking swords.]
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[A little self-assured nod!]
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[KA-WINK.]
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You're so cool!