Nelson
Fresh out of her practical exam, Miku was at the training grounds to get some much needed practice in. Usually she would be wielding her katana, but it was currently in pieces in her workshop. Courtesy of the examiner they face off against in their exam. She was ashamed of how she acted then, how she had let her anger control her when she saw her blade broken. Sh'ed make up for it tenfold, however. Using a practice dummy as her target, she'd throw out practice swipes with a regular sword she'd borrowed.
Sachiko
Kana, as usual, came waltzing right up to the training field like she owned the place. She would pause for a moment as she observed the Aburame girl from afar. She remembered training with her before, she'd been a promising kenjutsu user and with the tournament just starting up, she was sure the girl was competing as well. With a big ol grin, she bounded over to the genin. 

"Yo! Working on some swordsmanship, huh?"
Nelson
Miku delivered a hard strike to the training dummy, severing it's left arm. Turning her attention towards Kana, Miku would give her a small bow of her had as she sheathed the blade. Her fireflies went to work immediately transcribing her thoughts. 

*"I am. My master told me that a swordsman must never miss a day of training."* 

She remembered Kana's comment the last time they had met on how Miku had been a bit more formal. More awkward than she meant to be, she quickly attached, 

*"What are you doing? Training too?"* That was a dumb question, of course she was training. Why else would she be here? She furrowed her brow slightly at having asked such a redundant question.