Charles
Ill pretend i never saw this
Toni
It was way past midnight at the port, with the waves silently pushing onto the tall walls of the port and as people slowly went back to their home, sailors back to their ships. Not too far from the port stood multiple wooden poles erected in various, but not too separate locations, and on top one of them was a blindfolded Kaito - holding two of his swords in his hands and having his arms reaching out to the sides, as if preparing to do something.

With a deep breath, he started his first step to a nearby wooden pole, at first looking like his foot was about to miss it, but then fixing itself and accurately landing itself onto the platform. The swordsman continued after that with a smooth motion flow as his feet going from one pole to another and his swords slashing, thrusting synchronized into one single action. 

As he reached the final pole, for a long minute, he was just in a crouched position as his body seemed to be facing the original start. Kaito sheathed one of his swords and just held down the sheath on his left thigh with his other hands holding the grip of the sword. Around the legs of the swordsman seemed to form some kind of magical aura, which is exactly when he lunged toward the first pole and pulled out his sword using all of his strength in a slashing motion.

Kaito, even if unbelievably so, managed to landed with one leg right onto the pole he originally started on. Though, he seemed to be struggling to hold his balance, due to his body leaning forwards, but his extended left leg balancing the back and sword extended to the left side were managing to hold him somewhat in his current position.
Joan
It was a surprisingly clear night. Typically, the towns near Kazumaki port were enveloped in the foggy marine layer. Waves lapped against the shore, gently cradling the boats. The Professor stood outside of her door, staring blatantly at the night sky. 

She dreaded the stroke of midnight. Every time the grandfather clock struck, it would only remind her of how much she continues to further spiral down an imminent rabbit hole of sleeplessness. Alas, she has no time to worry of that... Least not now. Right now she sought solitude, or at least a moment of peace from her constant stress-inducing environment. She closed the door, shoving the key in her pocket. Stakhovsky treaded down the cobblestone path which led to the port, the heels of her leather boots tapped softly against the rounded misplaced rocks. 

Her nose was overwhelmed by the strong smell of salt and fish blood. One would think she would get used to the smell after coming down to the pier so often. Stakhovsky walked down the pier for a solid minute or two before she stopped dead in her tracks. She unconsciously repositioned her glasses as she turned her head slowly to, what she would consider, a strange sight. 

In a mess of sporadically placed wooden poles, up on top of them stood a presumably young man. He seemed well balanced on the wooden pillars, holding a couple of swords? She couldn't quite see that far, however, she was within sight. It was a simple 5 minute walk to where the young man seemed to be training. She watched curiously as he landed on the poles with one leg. The incredible balance of the stranger was somewhat impressive to the Professor. 

She tilted her head to the left as she continued to observe. Debating whether to approach the young man or not. As much as she preferred her late night tranquility... This was much more interesting.
Charles
Lemme know if u want me to go longer/shorter response ykwim 👍
Toni
As Kaito finalized his efforts to stabilize, he finally stood up tall on the pole and sheathed his swords. The wind blew sofly through his hair and face, whilst he just stood there for a good moment. Eventually, the swordsman just took off the blindfold and threw it into the sea without a care for it and prepared to return back to the pier, but when he turned his gaze toward the port - his eyes instantly met the gaze of an unexpected spectator. 

Pure surprise is what arose in his body, which also completely reset his stable balance - leading Kaito to tilt and drop straight into the water. He just flailed mid-air as the water awaited his entry, and it eventually met him head-on. However, the swordsman quickly rose up back to the surface of the water with quick gasps for air as he didn't have much time to get enough before falling. Only one thing was a worry in his mind:

**"MY SWORDS! MY DAMN SWORDS!"**

Kaito swam to the pier and started climbing the pillars by enveloping himself around them and pulling himself up, eventually reaching the top of it and dragging himself onto the wodden platform. Without wasting even a second, he removed all of his sheaths from himself and placed them on the floor - removing the swords and placing them in an orderly line, still Kaito stood looking at them and trying to think, yet there weren't any quick solutions.
Danielle
Go any length you want

Dont constrict yourself to mine if you dont wanna