Oh no… something wasn’t right! Looking as confident as that, she must’ve already seen through his Genjutsu! Wha- that’s not fair, it hasn’t even been a second!!! he panicked, ready to grab his foothold when she didn’t hesitate to swing her large sword further up, threatening to knock him off by his ankles! He managed to lower his feet at that point, but when it came to evasion, he was dependent on foothold for the Wind Step – in this position, he was toast…
Unless… oh should he? Noooooo, she’d get mad… that wooden sword looked pretty beat up, though. Maybe she wouldn’t mind if he- no, Koji, stop. She’d never let you live it down. Ah, he had no choice-
*SINGE!*
By using his arms to propel himself up by his sword, he’d try to avoid his hands from going to bed red and sore – that meant that her large sword would instead clash against his sakabatō, but instead of spinning in the air like usual, Kojirou remained balanced on his sword… that was now heated up beyond what its metal could handle. It’d began burning through the remaining surface of wood that separated it from the metal core of Kumori’s dummy sword, to which Kojirou felt that all hope was lost.
"I-I-I’m sorry… I-I didn’t know what else to do! I was gonna fly in the air, or- or- I- p-please don’t get mad! I swear, I’m not doing this on purpose! Why does this keep happening?!”
He was instantly on his knees, hands clasped together, begging for forgiveness. Wooden or not, that sword looked fancy, and it was likely precious to her. Her sword's metal core was solid, though, compared to his destroyed sakabatō that was slowly leaking off next to him.
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