Lue
The little Scorpion had never used this dojo before. She'd only been seen once training in public, and that time she'd gotten a splinter and thrown the bokken across the dojo floor in petulant anger. So this was a very unusual sight. Yet there she was, having cleared out the small non-affiliated dojo for her own use, training with slow diligent effort. 

She was a methodical worker, her sword rose and fell over and over in her thousand cuts and her bare feet polished the wooden floor in precise steps. As always her right arm was bound tight to her chest, and only her left was in use. Strands of hair had come loose from her bun and were sticking to her slightly flushed face. Despite her methodical approach, she was working hard and pushing her heart rate up. The watered steel of her Crane-forged katana flashed with each strike. 

Her left arm had been shrugged out of the faded training clothes, her top pinned in place to maintain minimal modesty while threatening to slip down entirely at any moment, but this was her only concession to her usually outrageous fashions. 

Outside the dojo Tori sat and read a book, ready at any moment to rush inside if her mistress called her. 

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Brent
Akodo Akechi, clad in his signature white kimono adorned with intricate golden designs, entered the dojo with a calm yet imposing presence. His eyes scanned the room, and a hint of recognition flickered across his face as he spotted the determined figure of Bayushi Kaori.

Approaching with graceful steps, Akechi cleared his throat softly before addressing her, "Well-Well, it is indeed a rare pleasure to find you in this setting, your skills are as impressive as ever. Watching you move with such precision and grace is like witnessing a masterful dance." 

He couldn't help but admire her diligence, the way her katana moved with precision and her movements glided gracefully across the wooden floor. Akechi's gaze, ever the perceptive one, noticed the strands of hair that had come loose from her bun, framing her flushed face. 

With a charming smile, he added, "And even amidst your rigorous training, you maintain an elegance that is truly captivating."

Akechi's words were genuine, his playboy charm momentarily set aside to genuinely admire her skill. He had always been drawn to those who excelled in their craft, and Kaori's dedication to her swordsmanship was a testament to her commitment.

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Lue
The sword whirled in a simple flourish before she sank it home in the saya and turned to bow to the Lion. Tori appeared with a jug of water, Kaori took a drink before greeting her guest. "Akodo-san, what a pleasant surprise. Despite your kind words at the tournament I did not think to see you outside of your own dojo. You are very kind to flatter this humble daughter of Bayushi so. With my wound still knitting I am forced to return to the basics of iaido." 

She flexed her arm, grimacing slightly. "Perhaps one day you will see me at the peak of my form, but I must warn you that it will not be this day. How do you fare though? I have not had the pleasure of your company since the tournament."

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Brent
The Lion samurai, Akodo Akechi, watched Kaori's graceful flourish of her blade with a keen eye, his own katana resting at his side. He bowed respectfully as she bowed and Tori brought forth the jug of water. "I am always eager to learn from skilled warriors, regardless of their dojo," He replied with a warm smile, acknowledging her gratitude.

Akechi's eyes shifted to her arm, noticing her discomfort. He understood the challenges of recovering from a wound all too well. "Wounds are but temporary trials on the path Bayushi-San," He remarked, his voice filled with respect.

He couldn't help but be intrigued by her declaration of not being at her peak. "I have no doubt that your determination will lead you to new heights in due time," He said encouragingly. "As for me, I have been all over the place — this place truly never fails to surprise me time and time again."

"But I fare well, it please me to hear that you enjoyed my company. Admittedly at times I can be little too playful for my own good." He replied, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he made his way in the wooden floor, removing his footwear. 

Beginning his warming-up routine. The familiar scent of polished wood and the gentle rustling of his outfit filled the air. Akechi's movements were a study in precision and grace. He started with a series of slow, deliberate stretches, each motion fluid and controlled. His powerful muscles tensed and relaxed as he stretched, a silent conversation between his body and the blade he would soon wield.

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Lue
The Scorpion didn't resume her workout. She settled back to sit and watch the Lion, openly studying his technique, his movements, his strength and grace. Well, he hadn't been misleading. His form was good and he wasn't half-assing it. But how would he behave under intense, open scrutiny? Would he over-compensate with an emphasis on perfect form or would he try to show off with flashy techniques and dramatic turns? She had betrayed her own response with the flourish sheath. What would the Lion do? 

She sipped her water and allowed her body to cool, occasionally stretching to keep from growing stiff. Tori kept her eyes down, careful not to openly appreciate the form of her betters. 

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Brent
Next came the practice swings. Removing the upper half of his outfit leaving it hanging to reveal his sturdy upper body that would be covered in a layer bandage wraps from his torso up to his shoulders. Sheathing his katana off its cage it sang as it sliced through the air, the blade moving with a deadly elegance. Akechi's eyes remained focused, his concentration unwavering, as he executed a flawless series of cuts, each one a testament to his years of disciplined training.

With each swing, he could feel the connection between himself and the weapon deepening. It was as if the katana were an extension of his own body, a part of his very soul. He moved through a mesmerizing kata, the patterns and strikes flowing seamlessly from one to the next.

As his body warmed up and his muscles loosened, Akechi's spirit soared. In this sacred space, he was not just a samurai; he was a warrior, a guardian of his clan's honor and legacy. The rhythm of his practice became a meditation, a dance of steel and spirit, a testament to the timeless art of the samurai.

In the quiet of the dojo, under the watchful eyes of the ever so keenly scorpion, Akodo Akechi was preparing himself for whatever challenges the future might hold, his heart and blade both as sharp as the other. Eyeing over towards Kaori with an inviting look on his face:

" Care to dance with me my lady?"

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Lue
A bow, and a dainty blush as the Scorpion stepped out onto the floor once more. He had chosen to mimick her style of dress and show off a little, a subtle insight she appreciated. Her naked sword came up once more in a single handed grip. She stood more sideways than usual, a stance she'd borrowed from watching Unicorn scimitar training. The sword in her hands was too long for sustained single handed use, but her goal here was not victory. 

The Kakita forge-mark gleamed in the sunlight as she slowly rotated between a horizontal and a vertical guard, her eyes keenly focused on the Lion. This was a strong contrast to the reputation she had built, of being a wild, undisciplined fighter who got by on speed and aggression. This was a demonstration of absolute dedication to mastery of the smallest details. 

A smile touched her lips as she invited the Lion to test her guard. 

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Brent
Akechi observed the Scorpion's graceful stance and the glint of her Kakita-forged blade with a composed expression. The invitation to test her guard was not something he'd pass up. With a respectful nod, he acknowledged her gesture.

As the Lion moved forward, he held his katana with one hand, with his left, showcasing his skill while hinting at his offense. His confident strides brought him closer to the Scorpion, his eyes locked onto hers with unwavering focus. He could appreciate the subtle details in her form, a departure from her reputed wild style.

With a calculated burst of speed, he executed a precise strike, his blade slicing through the air. He aimed to test her defenses, not to overpower her, and it showed in the finesse of his movements. His katana danced with precision, aiming for the gaps in her guard, but never with excessive force.

Akechi remained ever vigilant, his free hand poised to defend against any potential counterattack. His stance was like an unyielding wall, ready to absorb her responses while keeping himself prepared for any surprises. His attack was relentless yet measured, a testament to his discipline and mastery.

If she responded the way he knew she was capable of even despite her handicap, their blades would clash and dance in the sunlight, a beautiful display of martial skill and dedication to the art of the sword. Akechi's controlled aggression and ability to defend himself with one hand spoke volumes about his prowess as a samurai. The Scorpion may have invited him to test her, but Akechi was equally committed to demonstrating his own martial excellence.

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Lue
Have you ever seen two stags contend for mastery? They stand as statues, tall and proud, their swords held high. Then they hurl together and lock in contest. They strive, they heave, their bodies straining, feet gouging the earth. Silent trees their only witness, pride and honor their only purpose. Just so did the Lion and the Scorpion now test themselves. 

A faint rasping snarl of steel slithering along steel as the two deadly warriors fenced back and forth filled the room. There were no crashing blows when training with live steel, their swords were far too valuable to damage in sparring, but these small movements were just as valuable and dangerous in their own way. Bind, twist, rebind. Over the top, too slow. Neither one was seeking to touch the other, merely be the one to lead the dance of steel. It was a silent, intense struggle for dominance, a private war for pride and mastery. 

After the initial press Kaori gave ground. She retreated as she fought, her smaller steps forcing Akechi to adapt to her pace even as her lighter body strained to match his superior strength and height. This was a dancer's footwork, a nimple and light step that sought by turns to evade and stymie. 

Her black eyes were glittering with pleasure as she whirled through this dance, though she did not insult her partner by smiling or seeming to mock his efforts. Nor could she in good conscience, she could feel his skill through her blade and she knew that this was as close to true combat as she would ever want to come with him. 

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Brent
The dojo resonated with the symphony of clashing steel, a dance of precision and skill that defined the encounter between Akechi and Kaori. Akechi was keenly aware that this duel was not merely about his height and strength advantages; it was a showcase of his sword mastery, a craft he had honed over countless hours.

Their blades sang in harmony, a rhythm that spoke of respect and camaraderie rather than hostility. Bind, twist, rebind—Akechi's movements were fluid, each step a testament to his expertise. His eyes, focused and unwavering, watching Kaori's every move, anticipating her shifts in strategy.

As Kaori gave ground, Akechi pursued with an eloquent grace, his strikes calculated and precise. He didn't seek to overpower her, but rather to engage in this intricate dance of steel. His superior height and strength weren't his sole tools; his agility and maneuverability were equally remarkable. He adapted to her pace, his footwork mirroring that of a seasoned dancer, an artful balance of offense and defense.

This duel was a testament to their mutual respect and the shared pursuit of martial excellence. Akechi's face remained composed, betraying neither arrogance nor complacency. He cherished this opportunity to test his skills against Kaori, knowing that her black eyes sparkled with the same pleasure he felt in this elegant exchange of blows.

Their swords whispered secrets known only to masters, and as the duel continued, Akechi reveled in the artistry of their martial craft. This was not just a contest of strength; it was a celebration of their dedication to the way of the sword.

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Lue
He was not trying to overbear her with physicality, but rather show off his own skill. Had he misled her with his warm-up, showing off his physique to get her mind on the wrong track? Was he truly so clever as to play upon her (rumored) libedo, did he seek to test the Scorpion's legendary appetites, or was he merely vain? Or, worst of all, was he an uncomplicated man blessed by Benten? 

*I already have Yuto in my life must I have another himbo doting on me?*

Her distraction nearly cost her all her pride, as her arm was lulled into instinctive patterns built by ten thousand hours of drills and her sword nearly flew from her fingertips as the more highly skilled blade took advantage. She caught it back at the last moment, but her defense was clumsy and basic before she regained her composure. Had it not been for her masterful footwork she certainly would have been forced to submit. 

*Icy breezes whisper over jagged crags, as a giant's frozen breath over broken teeth, a dreadful reminder to respect the power of nature.*

Her face cleared, her eyes growing distant, looking beyond the Lion seeing everything and focusing on nothing. Her feet ceased to evade and she stood stock still, swaying like a reed but holding her ground as she recentered herself. || Void 4 ||

This was not the fiery tantrum-throwing spoiled princess he may have heard gossip about.

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Brent
As their blades clashed and danced in the training grounds, Akechi couldn't help but be impressed by Kaori's resilience and adaptability. He had initially pushed forward, not to overbear her physically, but to showcase his own skills and test her mettle. The thoughts that had crossed his mind about her rumored characteristics had long faded into the background, replaced by the intense focus of their duel.

Akechi's retreat from his aggressive approach was a deliberate choice, allowing Kaori an opportunity to seize the offensive. He watched keenly as her arm, initially led astray by momentary distractions, found its rhythm once more. Her recovery was remarkable, a testament to her training and dedication. Her swordplay might have faltered briefly, but it was evident that her skill was undeniable.

The Lion samurai admired her masterful footwork, which had prevented her from being forced into submission. As they continued their duel, he saw her transformation—a warrior resolute and centered, swaying with grace yet rooted firmly to the ground. It was a far cry from the fiery image he might have heard in rumors.

In this dance of blades, Akechi found not just a formidable opponent, but a warrior whose true essence transcended gossip and reputation. Their duel was a testament to the respect they held for each other as skilled martial artists, and Akechi was determined to give it his all in this friendly competition.

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Lue
Her arm was growing fatigued, her skin flushed and heated. Her breath was coming more quickly. When one fought with only one arm such things were compounded. She bought a few second's reprieve by using her back muscles, but the finish was fast approaching. She didn't try to resist. Despite her great respect for his skills she didn't want her to see her true limits. Better to end early. Allowing a bind, she turned inwards instead of outwards and froze, nearly wrapped up entirely in his arms, her sword held far out of alignment and his own very nearly at her throat. It was technically a stalemate, but he could have easily overpowered her in this position and driven his blade through her moderate guard. 

She stood there, panting slightly, face flushed with effort, looking up at him. Only now did she allow her perpetual smirk to broaden into a genuine smile. She gazed up at him, shifting without pulling away, holding her position without any attempt to distract him with her body. "Glad I am that our clans are at peace," She murmured. 

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Brent
Akechi's muscles tensed and sweat glistened on his brow, felt the intensity of their spar reach its culmination. He recognized the fatigue in Kaori's arm and the strain on her body. Akechi respected her skills immensely, and he understood the importance of not revealing one's true limits too soon.

As they stood in that precarious position, locked in a stalemate, Akechi's sharp eyes met Kaori's gaze. He sensed her relief and amusement, and her words resonated with him. A small smile graced his lips beneath the mask that concealed his expression.

"Aye, Kaori-san," Akechi replied in a calm, measured tone, his voice carrying the weight of their shared respect. "Our clans may be at peace, but it's moments like these that remind us of the beauty in the world. Your spirit and determination are as captivating as your swordplay."

With a graceful step back, Akechi lowered his blade and released the tension in the air, ending the spar. It was a moment of mutual understanding and camaraderie, where their skills had been tested, and their respect for one another had grown stronger. Stepping out for a brief moment to get some hydration for himself and the scorpion. Stepping back onto the mat he extended the drink to Kaori: 

"I must admit, I find myself looking forward to our next encounter, both on and off the battlefield."

He suggested sarcastically in a coquettish demeanor as he proceeded to swallow his cup of water. 

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Lue
Taking the water that Tori had refreshed, the little Scorpion drank deep and wiped her mouth off. She was briefly tempted to pour a second cupful over her head like a peasant, but even if she'd been alone she would not have stooped to such indignity. "I believe we share a threat or two, and I would not like to pass on the chance to see such a master at full purpose," She replied. "I have the honor of carrying the horse-killer your clan gifted mine some time back, and I would test its edge against the finest cavalry."

She pulled loose hairs back behind her ears. The statement was left to hang as she examined her sword for any signs of damage. A few small scratches, but certainly nothing she couldn't polish or whet out. "My arm has some weeks left before it is useful again. Then you shall see me in full might as well. My autumn is not yet upon me."

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Brent
His breathing slightly heavy from their intense duel, standing gracefully next to Kaori. He watched as she examined her sword, the fire of their battle still reflected in her eyes.

"You are as fine as your blade," He said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Testing the edge of a blade against the finest cavalry would be a sight to behold, I'm sure. I just hope I can keep up witnessing such a spectacle."

He reached over, his fingers lightly brushing a stray strand of her hair she had missed away from her face. "Your recovery will be swift, I'm certain of it," He murmured, his tone carrying a flirtatious undercurrent. "And when you are at your full might, I hope to be there to challenge you once more."

Akechi leaned in slightly closer, his lips dangerously close to her ear, and whispered, "But until then, perhaps we can find other ways to pass the time, ways that do not involve swords and steel."

Pulling away afterward but remaining in her proximity, locking eyes with her, a spark of desire passing between him as the dojo's serenity enveloped them in its warm embrace.

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Lue
Her head tilted coquettishly and she bit her lower lip between white teeth. Her eyes stared up at him, secret pools under dark trees. Who knew how many men had sunk there before? And yet, the secrets were teased for the brave to plumb. 

"When I am at my full might you shall find me easily enough," She promised. "And I shall not disappoint. But until that day... Well, we must find a way to pass the nights."

That phrase hung in the air before she added, "There is a new theater in the merchant's quarter that promises excellent viewing. You may escort me there when they open next week."

Escorts, not meet. A sly challenge, not a rejection. *I am not for secret pleasure.* 

She was sure he would rise to the occasion. Nothing in his character had displeased her yet. 

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Brent
Akechi couldn't help but be drawn into the intrigue of Kaori's words. He met her gaze with a confident and playful smile, his eyes locking onto hers:

"Ah, my lady," He smirked, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. "Your secrets are indeed a tempting enigma, one that calls to the very core of my warrior's heart. I shall eagerly await the day when I can witness your full might."

He took a step closer, his presence commanding the space around him. "As for the nights in between, your suggestion is most enticing. A theater in the merchant's quarter, you say? I shall consider it an honor to be your escort, my lady. And rest assured, to the unforgettable moments that await us."

With a suave nod, Akechi conveyed his readiness to meet her challenge, his eyes never leaving hers, his heart unyielding like a Lion on the hunt.

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