Hiroshi spared no internal flattery when the kind words were spoken about him. He'd been around so little time, but he strove to make his father proud. Whether it came to farming or putting a wedge between freedom and corruption. Hearing that he was at least on par was a nice change from the lack of patience he was previously experiencing. Had he not been so disciplined when it came to orders and ranks, he would have asked Yoshina what the pressing matters. However, it was not his place to do so. If he was meant to be involved in bigger plans, the plans would find a way to include him. He was willing to wait for that, no matter how difficult it was for him to be patient. It seemed that they were going to train for the time being, that was something that was more of Hiroshi's forte than waiting around.<br/><br/>Even though he'd prefer being out there, waiting was a key part of being an assassin. For the time being, his destiny was to be here. So that he and his fellow brothers could push one another's limits up, one notch at a time. His hand reached for something he'd left here, with the other weapons. Normal blade and bracers were designed with genius in mind, to be completely concealable. While the training version of one was far different, the more modern term for these were hidden blades. The one Hiroshi used for training, however, didn't have a single concealable property to it. It was a bracer, with a wooden blade sticking out of it. There was no way to remove the wooden blade from it, as this tool was only used for combat training with the hidden blade. Something that had proved not very practical, however Hiroshi still fancied it a pretty penny.<br/><br/>He pulled only one bracer over his arm, the key to fighting with one of these was to either be fully offensive or fully defensive. And if you went in for the kill, to get it done as fast in possible. These were, after all, meant to kill undetected. But nobody suspects a person with no weapons to kill. Hiroshi eyed Yura, he hadn't ever had combat training with her. The last person he'd trained with was Katsu, who had proved to him that some discipline within combat went through very far measures. If only he could obtain patience like Katsu, Hiroshi thought. Still, he wondered what combat with Yura might be like, he approached her and bowed. "Care to be my training partner?"