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The Gym; Monday Evening.

Setsuna was sure glad that the father of her, um, son was a lot more responsible than she was because she'd been able to avoid both Teddy and Yukio successfully all day and had remained relatively without a bunch of half-Asian children clinging to her again so she could do things like this. She took up a practise sword and made a few pre-emptive swings, testing to see how this would be with her shoulder. Not easy, that's for sure, so she'd have to favour the other arm. Would be interesting. All she needed now was Ami.

She'd brought one of her Japanese copies of The Art of War for little Akira if he showed up in tow.

[[ definately open, but thread with Setsuna and Ami locked to them and perhaps Ami's kidlet, plz ]]

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All anyone ever needed was Ami. Which is why Ami, with Akira in tow came down to the gym. Akira had a very thick book with him, a box of color pencils and a stack of printer paper. Ami had her laptop with her. Seeing Setsuna she waved.

Akira put everything carefully down, and ran at Setsuna. He stopped dead in his tracks before getting on the mats though, took his shoes off and THEN proceeded to latch on to her leg in a hug.

...If it weren't for the haltingly adorable action of removing his shoes before proceeding on the mat, Setsuna might have been annoyed by the hug, but she found it impossible after that and she smiled a little. She gave Ami a little wave before carefully prying Akira off her leg and kneeling down to speak to him and hand him the book. //"You're gonna let your mother and myself work uninterupted, right, Akira? Here. I brought my favourite book for you to look through, too..."//

Akira looked at her and nodded, solemnly. //"Thank you"// He bowed and took the book, looking it over. //"I have not read this yet. I also have pencils and Mama's laptop. I will be very very quiet."// He smiled and went back to where Ami was.

Ami looked at the book, then looked at Setsuna, and chuckled. Total lack of surprise there. //"Alright, you are going to be all set there? You know where the bathroom is right?"// When the boy nodded, she picked up his shes, moving them closer to her and patted him on the head.

Figuring the boy was all set, Setsuna turned her focus entirely on Ami. //"Ready? I'm afraid I might not be able to give it as much as I usually do because of my shoulder, but we'll see how it goes, especially if you've been practising those forms I taught you."//

Ami nodded //"I have been. Are you sure you should be doing this at all with your shoulder injured?"// Ami stretched as she talked, picking up the practice sword at the end.

//"I'll just favour my good arm,"// Setsuna nodded, and, as if to prove it, gave her sword a spinning little arch idly. //"Take a bit, warm yourself up, and we'll start."// She settled into a ready pose for Ami to follow suit whenever she was ready to begin.

Ami nodded, and proceeded to go through the warm-ups Setsuna had taught her. she then got into the ready position as well. She waited to be attacked.

Which Setsuna then did, with a simple, easily blocked attack, waiting until their practise swords met before speaking. //"I want to keep up a dialogue while we fight, Ami-chan,"// she said as she pushed into the block, and then shoved off. //"When you fight, you zone out. I want to keep you with me."//

She tried another sharp swing toward Ami's waist, not as strong as usual because she was fighting with just one hand.

Good thing it wasn't strong. Because no matter what your mystical fighting abilities are or how they work, when your ~~girlcrush~~ BFF says that they want to keep you with them, you get distracted. "Ow" was all Ami said however as she moved back, out of range to regroup.

Setsuna, completely unaware of any alternate meaning to her words, grunted and stepped back a little, holding a defensive position as she looked at Ami with a thoughtful frown. //"Or maybe not. Ami-chan, this won't be any good if the only time you can fight is when you're able to space out. We need to bring that part of you out of the subconsious, into the realm of the aware..."//

Ami nodded. //"You are right. but... how?"//

//"Tell me,"// Setsuna said, charging forward and swinging her sword toward Ami's waist as she spoke, //"about that temple."//

Perhaps, if Setsuna kept Ami talking about her dreams, something would click between the conscious and the subconscious.

//"Well"// Ami said as she parried //"It was... um"// She did talk and parry at the same time, but her brain was just not in both places at once.

Setsuna was determined to make this work. She kept her moves simple and easy to block, but did not relent in them. //"Was what?"//

Ami continued to block the moves, though not as well as previously. She was still clearly distracted, but both from the conversation and from the fighting. //"...was... odd... met someone..."//

//"Who?"// Setsuna prompted as her sword jabbed for Ami's stomach.

Ami blocked, not saying anything, but as she tried to block the next one she started trying to talk again. //"... works there... Hino Rei... i think... meditated... was fighting..."//

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