[ Poor Ayaka. If Cloud realized she was having to reach so high, he'd have knelt down for her. But he at least tilts his head back slightly when he feels her work on loosening it, until he can stop when it indeed falls off his face. The sunlight is extra bright, though he adjusts quicker than most would after a couple of scrunched blinks. He would have caught it, if it hadn't been for Ayaka being quicker to the draw, as well as taking his hand to lead him back to the spot outside the living room.
Following suit and setting his bokken down beside hers, he leans back on his hands as he watches her leave. A perfect time to quietly reflect by himself over his progress. It had only been a single session, making leaps and bounds yet not looking where he would land at times. Had she been training a novice who never picked up a sword in their life? This would no doubt have been far more arduous task. Yet, mesmerized by the way the younger Kamisato moved and flecks of a Samurai's technique when facing Kaedehara...even a Cloud Strife that hadn't taken up the sword or had a militant background would have come around eventually. If not under her guidance, in inspiration of it. ]
...detached from me-
[ It doesn't trouble him, but he continues to repeat everything she's said and instilled in him, all whilst he reminisces in her grace, be it with a sword or dance. His thoughts trail when Ayaka returns with the tray of tea in hand, the blond looking up to her with a more contented smile as he sits upright, following suit seiza style once he's accepted her tea. ]
Thank you.
[ It's warm! Enough that were he to take a sip now, he'd be tempted by a drink next. The aroma fills him, his shoulders visibly relaxing further. ]
Really good. [ A beat. ] And you called me a good teacher.
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Following suit and setting his bokken down beside hers, he leans back on his hands as he watches her leave. A perfect time to quietly reflect by himself over his progress. It had only been a single session, making leaps and bounds yet not looking where he would land at times. Had she been training a novice who never picked up a sword in their life? This would no doubt have been far more arduous task. Yet, mesmerized by the way the younger Kamisato moved and flecks of a Samurai's technique when facing Kaedehara...even a Cloud Strife that hadn't taken up the sword or had a militant background would have come around eventually. If not under her guidance, in inspiration of it. ]
...detached from me-
[ It doesn't trouble him, but he continues to repeat everything she's said and instilled in him, all whilst he reminisces in her grace, be it with a sword or dance. His thoughts trail when Ayaka returns with the tray of tea in hand, the blond looking up to her with a more contented smile as he sits upright, following suit seiza style once he's accepted her tea. ]
Thank you.
[ It's warm! Enough that were he to take a sip now, he'd be tempted by a drink next. The aroma fills him, his shoulders visibly relaxing further. ]
Really good. [ A beat. ] And you called me a good teacher.
[ Mr. Swim Into My Abs Coach. ]