Yet another silence. That was fine. Sakamori Kuzunao was a patient woman, raised by the head of one of Japan's key Aikido families and forged by the discipline of her clan's trade. Patience was her guide. She grew up with it leading her by the hand as she encountered obstinate problems and even more obstinate people. It was a practice that she needed to apply persistently with Ojima-kun. It the only thing that gave her hope for his recovery. He finally voiced his thoughts after a silence much shorter than the first. His fears were reasonable but he was finally taking some steps forward. Sakamori allowed herself a smile. 

[color=8493ca]"I promise you, I'm much more capable than you probably think I am." [/color]

Ojima-kun whispered something, too quiet for her to hear so he was most likely saying it to himself. Hopefully she hadn't missed anything too important. She checked her watch. It was around five in the afternoon.

[color=8493ca]"If we head off now, we'll have time for a quick spar. We'll use one of the smaller training rooms if you're willing to go today."[/color]

[@Renny]