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[center][h3][color=Blue]Fubuki Hotsuin[/color][/h3][/center]


Fubuki wasn't really bothered about the recent events with the insane cultists.  Some "pawns" died and frankly to her that was ok if they died it just mean that they were too weak to live. Still she supposed all things considered the situation wrapped itself up pretty easily and now life was back to normal it seemed.  With a small sigh she set about doing her cycles it was a solid cohesive movement and to the outside viewer it probably looked like she was dancing on the water.  Though with a small sigh she stopped her dancing for a moment and walked back to land. Grabbing her sword that was leaning against a stump she unsheathed the sword getting into her stance.  Though as she did this she couldn't help but remember when she was first learning how to use a sword.

"lets start on your stance than work our way up to some sword-play before breakfast." Was always what they did first it was to drill the basics into her. Fubuki nodded and held out her katana in a rough stance, Correcting her stance to a proper one she loosened up her shoulders and held her sword in front of her. "I want 200 vertical strikes, both from top to bottom and from bottom to top, and 300 horizontal strikes from left to right and vice versa. Now get started." Was her warm up when learning it was to drill her on basics and build muscle memory.This was basic, it was routine, it was ingrained into her body so much that it was natural doing this exercise. Shaking the memory from her she started doing just as she remembered from her training it was also what she would be doing till noon.