[ Because he's... already in the park... He'll be waiting under a streetlamp with his hands clasped behind his back, quietly rocking on his heels. It's been a while since he's had the time and energy for kendo, so he's got a lot of pent up enthusiasm to spend. ]
But Yamato doesn't take long to arrive, at least, so Yato won't be waiting long! He's already wearing his gear, except for the men because Yamato doesn't care about broken noses, apparently. (In truth, he'd rather not wear the protectors at all--but training with their weight just helps improve his speed when he goes without, so it's a necessary evil.)
He's brought a spare bokuto with him, as usual, the bag slung over his shoulder as he approaches with a little wave.]
Hey! It's been a while, you're not rusty, are you? [Which is what he always says... A PUNK.]
[ He returns Yamato's wave with a perky two-fingered salute. Yato isn't much of a stickler for safety in general, so the absence of headgear is neither here nor there to him. ]
You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'll need every handicap you can get!
[ He talks big, but he knows that Yamato will probably always have the upper hand. There's no substitute for practice and experience, and Yato gets much less of it. It can't be helped. ]
[How are they not dead yet: the true mystery of this game.]
Hah! Don't blame me if you can't remember any of your kamae. [This is a stupid argument when they end up shifting into their own style of sparring halfway through anyway, but still. Banter is just part of the fun!
Regardless of his words, though, he's respectfully gentle as he hands the bokuto over with both hands.] I thought we could just go through some suburi and see how we feel after that, is that alright?
[ He takes the bokuto with the same respect, dipping his head briefly, before resting it jauntily on his shoulder. As much as he enjoys swinging a sword around at full throttle, he doesn't mind the more routine side of kendo. The repetition and requisite calm isn't Yato's usual cup of tea, but it's a nice change of pace -- like getting to be a different person for a while. ]
You got it, boss.
[ He assumes chuudan-no-kamae and waits to follow Yamato's lead. ]
[It's partly for Yato's benefit, that he's starting off like this. Yamato might tease, but he's perfectly aware that his name is on the roster at his dojo, and Yato's isn't. He doesn't really know how much practice Yato gets when he's... wherever he is, but it's not daily, that's for sure.
But it's also partly because Yamato's a traditionalist at heart. There have certainly been days when he's taken a swing at Yato's head right after handing him the bokuto, too pent-up to bother with proper form or etiquette. But it's a nice evening, and they have plenty of time; there's no need to rush.
Still, Yato can do repetitive drills on his own time. So he keeps it short, and once he's satisfied that Yato's back in the groove, he turns, taking a swipe at him. NOBODY'S GONNA GIVE YOU WARNING ON THE STREET so why start now eh]
[ This little punk?? Yato may have taken a good whack or two the first couple times Yamato's pulled this, but he learns well from experience. There's a sharp clack as Yamato's bokuto meets Yato's, raised for a light parry that ends up pushing the back of his own sword into his arm. ]
Cheeky bastard.
[ But Yato doesn't seem to mind. If anything, he's been looking forward to it. He's always been good in a fight, but it's never for fun unless it's here, with Yamato. He steps back, disengages, before lunging back in with a hard flurry of slashes.
The practiced discipline of the suburi peels away to show Yato's natural style: aggressive, opportunistic, shaped by frequent streetfighting. His cuts lack refinement, but they chip at the cracks. It's a game to him, to see if he can get the technically superior Yamato to falter. ]
[It's obvious by his grin that Yamato doesn't mind the jibe, and then they're on, the dynamic shifting easily from partners to opponents. For him, too, this is an invaluable experience, a chance to add practical skills to the structured traditions he's used to. It's a chance to brush off the techniques he'd used as a child, and even a teenager--things that would never be allowed in even the most informal of spars in kendo class. Really, he wouldn't even mind stowing away the bokuto and having a nice brawl, but Yato could do that with anybody. This, this is something they can only get with each other.
Yamato's energy is equally aggressive in nature, with just about every opponent he's ever had. But for now, he slips back into defensiveness--block, parry, block, letting Yato push him back towards the trees. He keeps it up until he's just about cornered, but then, at the first opportunity, he side-steps out of Yato's onslaught. With any luck, Yato's momentum will have him running into the tree instead, but Yamato's not counting on that--instead, he's trying to shift into an offense, swinging directly at Yato's head. (He doesn't really expect that to hit either, but he probably won't apologize if it does. Whoops.)]
[ Yato was hoping that Yamato would be unaware enough of his surroundings to back himself into the tree, but it seems he was trying to lead Yato there all along... The little punk. The motion of Yamato's high swing comes from the corner of his eye, and Yato lets his momentum drop his upper body forward, praying that it will be enough to duck Yamato's bokuto.
When he feels the quiet swish of Yamato's attack passing overhead, he rises and spins for a wide swipe at Yamato's midsection. To get Yamato to back up, he hopes, because Yato doesn't like how this tree is restricting his movement.
If Yamato indeed retreats, Yato will press the attack again, spying a big rock he might be able to trip Yamato up on... If Yato's swing is parried, then -- welp, he's backpedaling the hell away. ]
[A PUNK INDEED as is Yato, this is PvP, Punk vs Punk.]
Tch--! [He isn't really short enough to pull off the kind of quick spins and counters that some of his peers excel in, but he's fast enough to block, at least. Yato's strength nullifies his own momentum, though, and he does retreat, though he doesn't revert back to complete defense, as he'd done earlier. He switches back to offense as soon as he can, aiming quick little jabs in between blocking Yato's attacks.
It's a risk, but when he thinks he sees an opening, he'll swing a leg, trying to sweep Yato off his feet. (Ooh la la)]
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Park!! I'll be waiting!!
[ Because he's... already in the park... He'll be waiting under a streetlamp with his hands clasped behind his back, quietly rocking on his heels. It's been a while since he's had the time and energy for kendo, so he's got a lot of pent up enthusiasm to spend. ]
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But Yamato doesn't take long to arrive, at least, so Yato won't be waiting long! He's already wearing his gear, except for the men because Yamato doesn't care about broken noses, apparently. (In truth, he'd rather not wear the protectors at all--but training with their weight just helps improve his speed when he goes without, so it's a necessary evil.)
He's brought a spare bokuto with him, as usual, the bag slung over his shoulder as he approaches with a little wave.]
Hey! It's been a while, you're not rusty, are you? [Which is what he always says... A PUNK.]
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You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'll need every handicap you can get!
[ He talks big, but he knows that Yamato will probably always have the upper hand. There's no substitute for practice and experience, and Yato gets much less of it. It can't be helped. ]
So what's on the menu for today?
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Hah! Don't blame me if you can't remember any of your kamae. [This is a stupid argument when they end up shifting into their own style of sparring halfway through anyway, but still. Banter is just part of the fun!
Regardless of his words, though, he's respectfully gentle as he hands the bokuto over with both hands.] I thought we could just go through some suburi and see how we feel after that, is that alright?
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You got it, boss.
[ He assumes chuudan-no-kamae and waits to follow Yamato's lead. ]
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But it's also partly because Yamato's a traditionalist at heart. There have certainly been days when he's taken a swing at Yato's head right after handing him the bokuto, too pent-up to bother with proper form or etiquette. But it's a nice evening, and they have plenty of time; there's no need to rush.
Still, Yato can do repetitive drills on his own time. So he keeps it short, and once he's satisfied that Yato's back in the groove, he turns, taking a swipe at him. NOBODY'S GONNA GIVE YOU WARNING ON THE STREET so why start now eh]
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Cheeky bastard.
[ But Yato doesn't seem to mind. If anything, he's been looking forward to it. He's always been good in a fight, but it's never for fun unless it's here, with Yamato. He steps back, disengages, before lunging back in with a hard flurry of slashes.
The practiced discipline of the suburi peels away to show Yato's natural style: aggressive, opportunistic, shaped by frequent streetfighting. His cuts lack refinement, but they chip at the cracks. It's a game to him, to see if he can get the technically superior Yamato to falter. ]
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[It's obvious by his grin that Yamato doesn't mind the jibe, and then they're on, the dynamic shifting easily from partners to opponents. For him, too, this is an invaluable experience, a chance to add practical skills to the structured traditions he's used to. It's a chance to brush off the techniques he'd used as a child, and even a teenager--things that would never be allowed in even the most informal of spars in kendo class. Really, he wouldn't even mind stowing away the bokuto and having a nice brawl, but Yato could do that with anybody. This, this is something they can only get with each other.
Yamato's energy is equally aggressive in nature, with just about every opponent he's ever had. But for now, he slips back into defensiveness--block, parry, block, letting Yato push him back towards the trees. He keeps it up until he's just about cornered, but then, at the first opportunity, he side-steps out of Yato's onslaught. With any luck, Yato's momentum will have him running into the tree instead, but Yamato's not counting on that--instead, he's trying to shift into an offense, swinging directly at Yato's head. (He doesn't really expect that to hit either, but he probably won't apologize if it does. Whoops.)]
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When he feels the quiet swish of Yamato's attack passing overhead, he rises and spins for a wide swipe at Yamato's midsection. To get Yamato to back up, he hopes, because Yato doesn't like how this tree is restricting his movement.
If Yamato indeed retreats, Yato will press the attack again, spying a big rock he might be able to trip Yamato up on... If Yato's swing is parried, then -- welp, he's backpedaling the hell away. ]
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Tch--! [He isn't really short enough to pull off the kind of quick spins and counters that some of his peers excel in, but he's fast enough to block, at least. Yato's strength nullifies his own momentum, though, and he does retreat, though he doesn't revert back to complete defense, as he'd done earlier. He switches back to offense as soon as he can, aiming quick little jabs in between blocking Yato's attacks.
It's a risk, but when he thinks he sees an opening, he'll swing a leg, trying to sweep Yato off his feet. (Ooh la la)]