[There is a moment still when he stands over Yamato, the practice sword raised, his eyes blank, as if he's still analyzing the threat. As if he's waiting for the next move, or the opening to deliver a finishing blow.
Then Yamato speaks, and he slowly comes back to himself. Blinks, lowering the threatening implement, returning it to being just an instrument for training and nothing more. He lets it fall to the floor a moment later, the clatter almost deafening in the silence.
Then he lets out a soft laugh and falls to his knees, gentle hands reaching out and cradling Yamato's face, lifting his chin so he can get a look at the bruise.]
You were amazing too. I'm so happy we could do that. [He doesn't apologize, because he knows that Yamato wouldn't want him to anyway.] Does it hurt a lot?
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Then Yamato speaks, and he slowly comes back to himself. Blinks, lowering the threatening implement, returning it to being just an instrument for training and nothing more. He lets it fall to the floor a moment later, the clatter almost deafening in the silence.
Then he lets out a soft laugh and falls to his knees, gentle hands reaching out and cradling Yamato's face, lifting his chin so he can get a look at the bruise.]
You were amazing too. I'm so happy we could do that. [He doesn't apologize, because he knows that Yamato wouldn't want him to anyway.] Does it hurt a lot?