Salle, by the Gun Range; Thursday Noonish

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Sure, her arms were tired. Sure, her legs were sore and there was a pretty nasty kink in her neck. But Sakurazaki had a made a promise, and, besides, the only other thing she'd have to do on a Thursday was sit around, thinking about confronting things. And she couldn't have that. So she went down by the gun range, making sure none of the gunners were using the space, and pulled Yuunagi out of the weapons locker. She set immediately to work.

And, for good measure, she tried a few minor wind attacks against the far wall, to calculate what sort of damage they would do, to see exactly what sort of work would be needed before she could start using stronger ones. And so she'd be able to make it sound like she was doing something more than just training for hours.

Because she knew she'd be here all day.

[[swords area's open; interaction with my girl might be spotty; mostly establishing what she's doing for the day :) ]]