[ good monday! on this fine monday morning, iwatooshi can find rondo out being a jock. by which i mean, he's hard at work swinging his sword! if he doesn't see him right away, well... he'll definitely hear him. ]
Haaah! Hraaaah!
[ loud. but, since iwatooshi is a sword, he can see - clearly, rondo does in fact have a lot of skill with this blade! he can also probably tell with his special sword eyes that he looks like he's compensating for the blade itself. it's like he's not quite used to the shape of this particular weapon just yet, as he will occasionally mess up a stance, then pause, stop, readjust his stance and try again, correcting his own mistakes. ]
[ rondo's finishing out a form when iwatooshi speaks up - he's breathing lightly, gripping the hilt, and he looks over his shoulder, letting out an exhale. ]
... Hah....
[ he looks down at the sword - in all of its color, its elegant shapes. ] Is it that obvious...?
[ across his back, the phrase in ink curls over his shoulderblades. failing. ]
I wouldn't say obvious. I am a little more familiar with swordsmanship than most humans, after all.
[ only a little, though, because he's still a polearm. and though he does see that word, he doesn't comment on it, instead settling with his naginata perpendicular to the ground with arms loosely crossed at the wrists as he holds onto it. ]
[ oh... he perks a little at the compliment, and bows, immediately - it takes some of the weight on his shoulders that is clearly related to this blade right off of them. ]
Thank you, sir! [ praise...! enthusiastically: ] - If you have any tips or suggestions you are willing to share, I'd be more than happy to hear them, sir!
[ "sir," huh? he looks so amused at that but he sees no reason to correct it. rondo really is quite the respectful soldier! ]
Hmmm. If I had to guess, the shape and weight of it is different from what you're used to? It's different from those I've seen at home, too.
[ this is so much bulkier than a katana help. ]
It looks heavier toward the tip of the blade, so if you brace your stance more, you may be able to put more power into your strikes. [ glances up at his own weapon, thoughtful. ] It may not be entirely unlike my naginata in that way, if on a smaller scale.
[ rondo nods, gaze flicking downwards to the sword itself as he turns it in his hand. ]
...Yes. This... it is a holy relic of the Church of the Sacred Flame, but it was wielded by... by someone very important to me. It's also changed shapes, recently, so... I couldn't even wield it the way I would, normally.
[ in... a lot of ways. this sword is much different than the sword he saw that important person wield. he turns his wrist a little to look at it, the strange way the light seems to catch on the sword, making it look partially pink, partially blue.
but, oh! the advice!!! this is really helpful - rondo's eyes widen a little and he nods, returning his attention to the blade itself and then adjusting his stance to brace properly. he gives a swing - a hyah! noise included, and then blinks. ]
Oh... that already feels a little better. [ !! ] Your... that's - wait, that's your weapon -- is that... [ he pauses what's the right way to say this ] ... is that...you..., Sir Iwatooshi...?
It changed shape? [ glances at it in concern. ] I've heard of blades being cut down or reforged, but not changing on their own.
[ wild. would that hurt, he wonders?
but there rondo goes again! ah, youth. he loves it, and smiles fondly. ]
That's right. This naginata is me. [ iwa adjusts his stance, dropping his left hand to instead hold the nagi a little forward in his right. ] It's a relief to have it back. I'm sure you feel the same way about your sword.
[ rondo trots right over to come investigate the naginata...! his eyes flick from iwatooshi to the weapon, back and forth... he's trying to reconcile the two together, just slightly sparkly eyed as he moves to put the sword back into its sheath. ]
Mm. It's a magic thing, I think... I don't really know exactly how it happened.
[ at least not the particulars. but. ah, iwatooshi says that and rondo's expression shifts, looking a little sad. ]
...yes, something like that. [ yeah. ] I doubt that this place will be very safe, so I am quite happy to have a weapon to protect others with at least.
Magic works in unpredictable ways. I only hope that it will benefit you both, instead of hurting you somehow.
[ he doesn't understand how these things work.
ah, but he sees that, and offers a sympathetic look to rondo. ]
I understand, if it's complicated. [ there is something here that he's missing, he thinks, but if rondo doesn't want to talk about it, he will respect that. ] And wanting to protect the others, too. At least you will not be alone in that. There are plenty of us who plan to do the same.
it's friday! and as of friday, rondo is out with his sword. you can probably hear him, honestly - just like earlier in the week, his noises are loud, but they're fiercer than before, sharper than before. frustrated.
across his back, the inky tattoos of the week have multiplied - the shadows and ink coalescing in more than one spot, spattering a perfectly white cloak. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. ]
a sword is gonna sword, so iwatooshi naturally follows that sound. and just as before, he stops to watch rondo train, evaluating every move, noting those tattoos. his eyes fall for just a moment to his forearm, where his own reads failing to protect them.
he is silent for a long time before exhaling slowly, and calling out, ] If you would like to spar, it is better with two.
[ maybe it will help them both, just a little, to work out some energy. ]
[ i'm so glad we're all like this SWORD BOY IDIOT SQUAD IS SO REAL
anyway rondo does not jump when he hears the voice, despite everything - his stance shifts, and he turns, and when he realizes it's iwatooshi, he exhales outwards. not quite relaxing, but at least...
... right. all he can do is nod, at first, and he readies himself, taking on a proper swordfighting stance. let's. we do not have to write them out sparring actually unless you want to i am content with several tags of [sword fighting happens] and also dialogue and/or sword emotions. ]
but yes they can spar! iwatooshi settles into a ready stance, waiting for him to make the first move. ]
Mikazuki Munechika-dono once told me that war and dance do not lie as words do. Show me what you are feeling, Rondo-dono.
[ he doesn't expect rondo to want pity, so he won't hold back too much - he moves with wide, powerful strikes that could easily appear reckless to the untrained eye. but he has absolute control over the arc of his naginata, moving just short of cutting rondo anytime his blade might venture too close with ease. he isn't afraid to let rondo close, either, and seamlessly switches between offense and defense as needed. ]
show me what you're feeling, he says, and rondo nods, his shoulders squaring as he takes a deep breath. okay.
and - he will. rondo is effusive and passionate as a person, and as a swordsman, he is no different. especially like this. he tends to lean into a power-forward style of fighting, as unrelenting as his mentor once was, and though there are some areas where it's clear the problem they discussed before of his blade not being his does shine through, they're less and less. there's emotion in the way that he spars back, too. there's frustration. grief. the endless weight of utterly pointless loss. it's always pointless.
(It's hard to promise to protect someone. Hubris. All it takes is one person stronger than you to ruin things.)
he's able to match iwatooshi blow for blow, for the most part - he's not unused to polearm like weapons, nor is he afraid of going on the attack. he, too, is measured, able to maintain the proper conduct of a spar, but his grip on his sword is white knuckled, and at a moment when they clash close, iwatooshi can see rondo's eyes are wet.
after a while of this, he leaps back, breathing hard - and exhales harshly, rubbing his wrist across his eyes. ]
[ iwatooshi easily matches his style, himself favoring strength and bold action in battle. it's enlightening to see the changes in rondo's ability, how his emotions power him - it's almost comforting, in its familiarity. with each attack, parry, or counter, he accepts the emotions that rondo gives him, offering his own in return, a combination of frustration, sorrow, and resignation.
unlike rondo, he doesn't cry. death isn't a stranger to one such as him, who has tasted the blood of hundreds, even thousands on his blade. but any loss of life is to be mourned, and it shows in the weight of his strikes, the unbridled power he puts behind them. iwatooshi doesn't relent until rondo backs off, setting the weighted end of his weapon on the ground and offering a respectful bow. ]
We've hardly managed to befriend them before losing them. [ he thinks of the ink from today and before, how concerned this young man is with helping others and his potential failure. ] Fate can be cruel, can't it?
he returns the bow, pressing his hand to his heart, respectful. the spar was perfect for getting out the extra energy, the frustration and desperation, and as it ends, he feels wrung out and raw - better than before, at least. unwound. more grounded.
he places fisteralda back in its sheath, and he does not cry, taking in a deep breath to keep himself from doing so. ]
... We were supposed to have more time. [ two months, they had said. ] And to be locked in last night... there was nothing we could have done.
[ assuming this is after !! MORNING SWORD SPARS !! and also picking up the cabin mail. but welcome to the island!! rondo is at the barn, sitting on the ground with one of the barn cats he seems to have befriended! he's scritching it behind the ears when he notices he has company, and he looks up and grins. ]
Good morning, Sir Iwatooshi! This is a nice change of pace, isn't it?
Those are the kind of things you do at your Citadel, right?
[ oh, but he looks DELIGHTED when he gets his head pat. acknowledgement. blessed. the cat mrrows at iwatooshi and gives him a head bump. ]
I've never gotten to work in a field before. I think - it'd probably be really useful to try and gather ingredients, right? For... better eating? I feel like the food in the Refectory can't be that good for us.
Mm, when we're not busy with our missions. We all have to pitch in to make the citadel run smoothly.
[ oh! a kitty who's not scared of him! they'll get scritches immediately. ]
That's what I was thinking. We'll be able to make something a little more nutritious, with all of this. And tastier, too! I bet there's a skilled cook among us who'll appreciate the extra ingredients.
Of course! It’s not that hard to do, if you’re used to manual labor.
[ though he does look amused at that. ]
It depends on the plant. Some you have to cut off using special tools - a sword may do just as well, but it’s best to keep them sharp for battle. And we have to be sure not to take too much, or they may stop growing. That’s what my master told me when I started working.
Exactly that. We should only take the amount we need - we wouldn't want it to go bad, either.
Alfyn-dono is good with plants, too, so he might have some better advice to offer. I only do the work I'm assigned. But it's fun to put your muscles to work, and not always for battle!
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