[center][h1]Zhao Jinhai[/h1][/center]

He shrugged at...what was the kid's name, again? Ah, fuck it. Didn't matter. Wasn't like there was anyone else to get in the way of just continuing to call him that right now. 

"Simulation's fine. Beats going through forms again. Your pick, then? I don't really give a shit what head we're busting in."

Jinhai kept his sheathed sword at the ready, cheerfully whistling a nonsense tune to himself as the training room started to load up a simulation. Technology sure was something. In comparison, he'd spent most of his youth sparring with other trainees and senior monks, plus a few hunts against low-rank Anomalies while being babysat by the seniors. If he'd had access to this sort of thing back in the day? Shit, this kind of practical training would've made him unstoppable by now. 

The stone statue finished materializing, and he had just enough time to look between it and his sword dubiously. In real life, the blade would be useless against a rock of all things. But as he understood it, even though it'd [i]feel[/i] like hitting stone, it wouldn't actually be. Meant he could keep the advantage of a longer reach. 

The former Triad unsheathed his blade, tossing the scabbard to the side as he took up a miaodao stance from his piguaquan training, holding the katana with both hands. The sword was similar enough to the ones he'd trained with that any difference wasn't much of an issue, though he'd bitch about it all the same later. Fucking Japan. 

Qi blazed around Jinhai's form for a moment before he burst into action, whirling around the falling fists with a sidestep and transitioning the momentum into a spinning slash.

"Keep up, kid! I'll get it occupied!" He yelled, the blade slamming down to practically try to split the samurai statue's helm in twain.


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