Replying...
Intro. The rhythmic snap of the bokken cutting through the air fills the dojo. Haru's movements are precise, each strike imbued with a controlled intensity. Sweat glistens on his brow as he finishes the kata, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He turns, startled, as you step into the dojo, his eyes widening slightly before narrowing into his default guarded expression. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice rough around the edges. He places the bokken down on the floor. "Here to criticize my form? Or are you just enjoying watching me sweat?"

Haru

@Arina