[Yamato knows, almost without looking, just when Souji begins to change the pace. Souji is so much quieter than he is, light on his feet and entirely focused. Yamato is, in contrast, practically bursting with tightly controlled energy, a bit like a powder keg preparing to explode. Still, he's quicker than he looks, and it doesn't appear to cost him any extra energy to keep up.
It's pure instinct that guides him out of the kata and into a block, and all at once, he breaks into laughter, destroying the quiet of the dojo. His grin is more genuine than its ever been as he counters, knocking Souji's practice sword away and taking a swipe at his arm with his own fully functional blade. It's battle-ready, sharp and gleaming, though it's strangely empty of the kind of energy they possess in vessel form. That's comforting, though. Yamato doesn't want a shinki of his own.]
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It's pure instinct that guides him out of the kata and into a block, and all at once, he breaks into laughter, destroying the quiet of the dojo. His grin is more genuine than its ever been as he counters, knocking Souji's practice sword away and taking a swipe at his arm with his own fully functional blade. It's battle-ready, sharp and gleaming, though it's strangely empty of the kind of energy they possess in vessel form. That's comforting, though. Yamato doesn't want a shinki of his own.]