[Some small part of him is tempted to speak, to call out a friendly tease or to compliment Okita on his seemingly inherent skill. To be silent for this feels like he's missing something, almost, like there's some opportunity right here he's foolish for not taking.
But it's only a small part, because-- well, they aren't silent, are they? Okita's speaking to him through his breaths, through the whisper of his clothing and the sharp crack of wood and steel. It's a language he understands perfectly well, so there really isn't any need to fill up the air with words. Not right now.
Souji's too fast for him to spin around and block, so Yamato dives and rolls forward, trying to put some distance between them. He spins on one knee to face Souji again, but he's already guessed that Souji's right on his heels, and it's likely that he'll only have time to block an incoming attack. An overhead strike, he thinks, and brings his blade up accordingly, ready to block the hit he's anticipating.]
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But it's only a small part, because-- well, they aren't silent, are they? Okita's speaking to him through his breaths, through the whisper of his clothing and the sharp crack of wood and steel. It's a language he understands perfectly well, so there really isn't any need to fill up the air with words. Not right now.
Souji's too fast for him to spin around and block, so Yamato dives and rolls forward, trying to put some distance between them. He spins on one knee to face Souji again, but he's already guessed that Souji's right on his heels, and it's likely that he'll only have time to block an incoming attack. An overhead strike, he thinks, and brings his blade up accordingly, ready to block the hit he's anticipating.]