[Souji doesn't laugh, still focused on his breathing, but his face breaks into a smile as his position instantly shifts into a defensive one, already anticipating an attack. It doesn't for a moment strike him that Yamato wouldn't retaliate, doesn't cross his mind that naked blades are a lot more dangerous than practice swords, because why does that matter? What would be the point of doing this if they didn't take it seriously?
He can't parry from this angle, not a sharp edge, and so he drops low and twirl easily under the blade, coming up and aiming the practice sword heavily on the back of Yamato's elbow. There's already something sharper about him, something more deadly than the graceful demonstration of form that was there before.]
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He can't parry from this angle, not a sharp edge, and so he drops low and twirl easily under the blade, coming up and aiming the practice sword heavily on the back of Yamato's elbow. There's already something sharper about him, something more deadly than the graceful demonstration of form that was there before.]