★ The endlessness of the sea: only feebly bordered, finding an end it could crash and devour only by a shore's rough exterior. It had always been calming on the Soldier's mind, now drawn and fixated in the subtlety of a personal - dance. Near soundless, if not for minor takes on this or that, if not for the waves crashing against the high walls as the warrior's current place of engagement was a cliff, sharpened edges greeting whoever would lean too far. Inviting them to plummet into the roaring waters below { there was more? was there not always more? }, to never be seen again, becoming one, becoming all else then what they could ever bargain for.
★ How quaint of a thought. But yet not the reason that the soldier would be stalled in a motion of attention drawn, halting with left arm raised up high, the edge of Masamune's blade to barely grace along unclothed skin of opposite hand { why had he done away for now with the gloves and guards? }. The serenity of the surrounding could never swallow him whole, as much as it devoured any rackets that disturb trained motions' perfection, no.
★ It was sudden company sighing itself out behind his back.
★ An unforeseen shadow of an existence, edging itself into his perception barely, barely, near unwillingly regarding who had the desire to be his disturbing company with a single glance directed over his shoulder. It was then that body's meticulous tension flows off of him like the sand that sways in an hourglass. " If you stare at me, entertain me. " An order with not a single syllable in there that allows refusal, spoken just when his sword arm lowers within the mere tick of a time to turn the weapon in his grasp. Ah, how dare they decide to disturb his concentration---
★ ---" Come on~ Or are you too shy to engage in a mere sparring's session~? " || O P E N