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Salle; Thursday Afternoon.

Sakurazaki had arrived at the salle fairly early, eager to get to work and having enjoyed the nice walk from the camp back to the dorms. Rather nice and peaceful, really. The time Peter and she had settled on was vague, so she didn't expect him to be there when she arrived, and used the time waiting to get a nice, long stretch in and a small amount of time meditating with her blade in her lap. It felt good to have some nice quality time with Yuunagi.

[[salle's open]]

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Peter entered the salle quietly, not wanting to disturb Sakurazaki before she was ready. He pulled Rhindon out of the locker and began inspecting him closely. He'd ~~handwavily~~ spent a good bit of time on Sunday polished and taking care of the kit, but there was always a chance that something had been missed.

Sakurazaki cracks open one of her eyes at the sound of Peter getting into the locker, a credit to either her depth in her meditation or his quietness. A smile tugs at one side of her mouth, the side with the open eye. The other still seems deeply medatative. "Hello, Peter," she says. "Would you like to get started right away?"

Her fingers twitch lightly over where they rest over Yuunagi; a bit of nervousness was starting to creep into her.

"Afternoon, Setsuna," Peter replied with a smile. "Shall I warm up a bit first so as not to immediately interrupt you."

"If you'd like," Sakurazaki says, opening the other eye finally, and then blinking a few times to get them working together again. Her head tilts as she smiles up at him. "I'm really ready whenever you are."

Recieving the note earlier, Alphonse stopped by ~~conveniently after Sakurazaki and Peter's practice session~~. He knew to be more careful in the salle and continued being so once he entered in case swords were flying around.

Swords weren't flying around, persay, but Sakurazaki was idly rolling her wrist around in different positions with Yuunagi in hand, making mental notes of comparrison between the weight and balance differences of her sword and a Western style one. But she had been keeping one part of her consciousness hopefully on the door, in case anyone happened to come in. She grins over at Alphonse, adjusting her grip again to allow her to easily slide the blade back into its sheath in her other hand. "You made it!" she says happily, taking a moment to revel in the sound of short and sheath clicking together, and then drifting over to him.

"No workshops today, so I'm fairly free," Alphonse said. He made his way further into the salle once he saw the area was clear. "And we can finally get that wall up."

Sakurazaki chuckles a little, wiping some sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. "Does anyone have workshops today?" Wrapping Yuunagi's red string around two of her fingers, she uses the grip to sling the sword over her shoulder, then cocks her head slightly toward the back of the area before heading there. "Come on; I've been keeping the rocks I've collected over here out of the way, although I'm really not sure if it's anything you can work with or use, but that's why you're here now, right? To find out." Her smile is very bright.

"Sounds like a lot of people have a free day today," Alphonse mused, following Sakurazaki towards the back. Once he reached the back with her, his eyebrows rose in slight surprise. There was a rather large amount of rocks piled there, in which he turned to her and asked, "Did you carry all these here by yourself?"

Peter nodded and stretched for a bit to warm up. When he was done he smiled back at Setsuna. "How would you like to do this then?"

"Mm-hm," Sakurazaki nods a little as she makes a little sound. "Took me a few days and, occationally, a little extra trip if I happened to find any other particularly good ones when I was just out and about, but....do you suppose it's enough?"

"How big do you want the wall to be, first?"

"Well..." Sakurazaki pushes herself up to her feet, brushing off her skirt a little. She holds Yuunagi at her hip as she considers. "I'm not particularly sure. What do you suppose would be the best approach? I mean, I suppose the most significant differences are centred around the blades, so that seems like a good place to start?"

Sakurazaki considers the pile of rocks, then the space of the main area of the salle, and then the pile of rocks again. "Ideally," she says after a moment, "the wall would set in the centre of the area here," she points, arm doing little circles in the air to indicate the space. "With a good sized gap between the walls and the ceiling, a couple of metres, to create a sort of buffer zone for debris."

"So basically..." Alphonse started measuring in his head, accompanied with odd hand gestures to aid him. He then nodded. "Okay, I think there's enough. If it isn't large enough afterwards, we could always gather up some more rocks and add it on."

"Should we go get some more, then? I can get some now; it shouldn't be too difficult to find a few more." This is all said rather quickly, and it's a great deal of contraint on her part that has kept her from being halfway to the door by now.

Pippi poked her head in the Salle to see who was there.

"Or perhaps the blade is one of the reasons for the differences in styles," Peter said with a nod. "It seems a sound plan to me. Tell me about Yuunagi then. Did she direct the style or is your style built around her?"

Alphonse shook his head. "Not yet. If you don't think it's sufficient when I'm done, then we can run off and find some more. But this is a lot of rocks you've got here, too."

Sakurazaki takes Yuunagi into her hands again, holding her out in front of her as she considers the question. "Well, you probably know from talking to me that a big part of the Eastern style is to create a connection with a sword in able to use it well. A man can pick up any sword and kill. But only a man who knows his sword and what it can do can be a swordsman."

She unsheaths Yuunagi, displaying the long, thin blade. "It would probably be better if I had a katana to teach you with. We could cover the basics more...basically if we had a basic sword instead of a nodachi. If you wish to focus on Shinmei Ryuu style particularly, though, the nodachi is very important, because the style is based specifically on its extra length and weight. But we still weild it like a regular blade. All that constant twirling and all those arcs you might have seen me doing a lot? Also a result of the shape of the blade and the way it cuts through the air...."

Sakurazaki frowns slightly. "I'm not sure if that answers the question..."

Sakurazaki nods, frowning just slightly, still out of worry that she might not have gathered enough. "O..Okay, Alphonse. So...what next?"

Sakurazaki gives her a little wave, it being a light day and not too much actual training going on, so concerns about the safety of having people in the salle weren't as needed. "Hey, Pippi."

"No, it does, in part," Peter said, thoughtfully. "And I think you're perhaps right about the basic swords. Are the twirls and arcs..." He frowned to frame the question. "You used them in part to set up attacks and direct attention while we were sparring. But are they mainly used to delineate the forms and strikes? Or do they have a use beyond that while actually fighting."

Peter nodded at Pippi. "Afternoon, your Highness," he said with a smile.

"I've seen some very advanced students use them in actual fighting," she says, "but I'm afraid I'm definately not to that point yet. You're right on track, though; they're mostly used as transitions, distraction, and for centring. As well as just habit." She adds a slight grin.

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