Outside the dorms; mid-morning

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Sakurazaki was not used to being this idle. Someone should not be able to finish Shogun in one morning. But she had done it, and now she was wandering the grounds out of pure desperation for something to do. She needed to train, but Yuunagi was far, far over the sea. She was hoping to find a big stick that would suffice.

Luckily, she did. She briefly considered taking it off school ground to practice in the park (what were the regulations on a makeshift sort of natural weapon used only for training on the grounds?), but she figured she had nothing better to do, and any trouble she might possibly get into would at least give her something to do. What a quiet morning.

Back to the eastern sun, Sakurazaki sets her stance, lifts her stick, and slices it down through the air in short, precise strikes. Lift, strike, back, repeat. Lift, strike, back, repeat.....

[[ooc: open, of course, to anyone. just watch out for the occational chip of bark flying off from the stick]]