[Hakkai raises his eyebrows, impressed, at the mention of the dojo.]

Oh, do you really? What sort of sparring -- hand to hand, sword...?

[Okita had moved like a martial artist with that leap, but without seeing him fight, Hakkai can't tell anything more than that. He drapes his own rag over the edge of the bucket and sweeps up Okita's pile of broken pottery with the side of his hand, scooping the pieces into his trash bag.]

There's a kendo class that meets at our temple a few times a week, but I'm afraid we've just had them practicing in the courtyard.

[Not that he's volunteering you and your dojo!

But he might be planning to refer Yamato in Okita and Hijikata's direction, that is, when Yasusada's recovered enough to consider teaching again.]