"You're right. I should keep myself sharp." Jin grinned widely, glad that they were on the same wavelength. "You rest. I'll be outside if you need me." 

With that, she rose up and went to the cupboard. Behind all of the pots and pans lay two heavy sticks that Jin had carefully chosen, as they were about the weight of her blades and suitable for practice. A long stick that served for Ishawari's "spear" was tucked behind it.

With her false weapons, she headed outside. She steadied her breathing, banishing the last of her fear, and calming her heart. Then she knelt and bowed to the ground, a ritual move from years of training. "For the good of Majima." 

Then she stood up and began to practice. Slowly at first, then faster, she began to dance her way around a massive oak tree that served as her target. She stayed silent, her strikes the only noise in the midst of the night. Over and over, she struck, shaking leaves from their branches as she worked up a sweat. It felt like old times. She lost herself in the movement and rhythm, until her nightmare was gone and there was just this, just the deadly dance.

-

Dawn found her curled up beside the tree, her cheek resting on it's sturdy trunk.