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The Salle, Monday, 4th Period.

Sakurazaki wasn't feeling very well after her Spies and Spying class; she knew precisely why, and she knew that working with her sword could possibly only perpetuate the feeling, but she figured it was better than moping around her room. So, Yuunagi in hand, she started working on her forms and minor wind attacks.

She wished Alphonse could be here; she could really stand to knock down some walls. Maybe she should have tracked him down before she came here. Or that Hitsuzen was open. Damn Tuesdays; she knew Yuuko would find something for her to do to keep her mind off things effectively.

Damn spying, damn demons, damn messed-up life. She sliced her nodachi through the air as if cutting them all to pieces.

[[ salle's open, though I might not be around much ]]

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Peter might not be quite up to swinging a sword yet, but he couldn't keep himself away from the salle. It needed care and polishing anyway, right?

When he entered, he stopped to watch Sakurazaki for a second before heading to the weapons locker, skirting the edges of the practice area.

Sakurazaki had gotten rather absorbed in her work, as usual, thankfully, and didn't notice Peter coming in. She stopped for a moment, blade down at the very end of an overhead swing, shoulders falling and rising quickly as she tried to catch her breath. She thought she felt someone, something that wasn't there a moment ago, and looked around. Still trying to settle her breathing, she nodded at Peter, swung up her blade in one of her usual arches, and settled it at her hip until she cut across to where he was by the locker, to sheath Yuunagi and take a drink of water.

"Peter," she greeted him simply, with a still lingering gasp of breahlessness, wiped some sweat off her forehead, and then took another long swig.

"Good morning, Setsuna," Peter said. He reached to take Rhindon out of the locker, wincing a bit at the weight and the pull of the sword. Much more awkwardly than usual, he started to inspect it. "You looked brilliant out there. Really."

"Thank you," she nodded, wiped her mouth from a little bit of dribbled water. "It helps when I really get into it..." She cocked her head to the side a moment, watching him carefully. "You look a little...stiff," she commented idly. She figured that would be less rude than asking if he was in a fight. It'd been a while since she'd talked to Peter, and her mind was in a vey different place right now, so she was very concerned with possibly offending anyone honour.

Peter shook his head ruefully. "A bit, yes. Did you hear about the fight on Saturday on the radio? I ended up with broken ribs." He closed his eyes for an instant half-amused, half-frustrated. "I thought if I came down here and took care of my kit, I wouldn't want to practice so much."

Sakurazaki gave him a hard stare. What kind of logic was that?

"You should know better than that. Having it in your hands is only going to want you to use it more..." That was how she would feel about it, anyway.

Peter flushed. "Yes, you're right. But it seemed better than nothing at the time."

He rolled his eyes at himself. "Now that we've established I'm an idiot. How have you been?"

There was a pause before she answered. "Better."

But she didn't want to talk about that. "I am glad you're down here, though. I still have a gift from Japan to present to you."

He nodded, not inquiring at the pause. "I'm glad to see you as well. It seems like since classes started I've barely seen any of my friends." He tilted his head. "I forgot about that. Though I still say you didn't have to bring me anything."

"Well, it's here now, so no point in saying it," Sakurazaki told with a tilt of her head, "although it has been collecting dust."

She figured it worked well; with the influx of new students, Peter probably hadn't noticed anything amiss about the addition of two black sheathed katana sitting at the back of the locker, one with a white string, one with a blue. It was at this time that Sakurazaki reached into the weapons locker and retrieve them. Save for the strings, they looked nearly identical. She gave a quick look at the Japanese characters etched into the bottom of the hilts before presenting Peter with the blue-stringed one.

"This is Daisuke and Daichi. The one with the blue-string, Daichi, is yours. If you're truly interested in learning Eastern style, you need an eastern sword. And I need to get used to a shorter blade if I'm going to teach you to use one."

Peter set down Rhindon before taking the other sword with the reverence it was due. "Oh, it's brilliant, Setsuna. Thank you so very much." He bowed to her then stepped back to look at it in full light. He unsheathed it carefully, looking at the blade with reverence. "Daichi? He's just beautiful."

Sakurazaki nodded. "It means 'first son' or 'great land.' The name reminded me of you. Try not to use him too much before I can give you some more basic lessons; you'll find it's very different from either a Western sword or my nodachi."

She paused and allowed a small grin to break through her very reverent facade. "Not that I think I need to worry about that right now, of course."

Peter was vastly pleased by the name of the sword though he tried to mask it as just the tips of his ears turning pick. "It's perfect and lovely." He tried a few of the moves that she had shown him before, completely unable to resist trying the feel of a new sword.

He stopped quickly though, face tightening slightly at the pain in his chest. "You're probably right about that. He seems heavy even though he's lighter than Rhindon." He smiled, sheathed the sword and looked at her gratefully. "Thank you very, very much. I look forward to learning, Lady."

Before Sakurazaki could reply in an equally formal way, that last bit had her turning rather pink and looking a little uncomfortable. She wasn't offended, just very embarrassed. "Oh, please, Peter, don't call me that. Especially if you're just trying to be respectful. It's an entirely inappropriate distinction for my position..."

Peter took a second to think before responding. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he said. "I do apologise. The formality seemed appropriate. Is there a more correct title I ought to use?"

Sakurazaki nodded a bit. "It's okay. I understand why you wanted to use it, but in the technicalities of all that stuff, I'm really just a servant. Any other day I probably wouldn't have even noticed but today...I've just been thinking a lot about home today, and it's left me a little affected." She tried a small smile. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Peter said, and he would have reached out to touch her shoulder if she'd just been a girl and not a warrior. "Missing home?"

"....Part of it," she said after a while. "It's not anything I particularly want to talk about..."

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