Deep breath. Thrust. Another deep breath. Block. Forward and back, Haruka moved as though dancing, his sword seemingly floating through the air with each graceful move. Tall geta made no noise along the sand, though his elegant kimono produced the slightest sounds, little ruffles of fabric that were hardly noticeable in his concentration. With each exhale, he thrust. With each inhale, he blocked. This pattern went on for quite some time, though his composure never shifted. (Even if the sand between his toes was making it hard).

From a short distance away, each of his Pokémon watched carefully. Siren and Sui were fairly quiet, though Neko seemed to want nothing more than to chase her own tail. The skitty never could sit still for long unless she was napping, a fact that would normally make Haru chuckle. Right now, though, all of his focus was put onto his sword, even Yuki being a mere few feet away did not distract him from his goal of training further. He would perfect his stance, perfect his technique, and become strong enough to protect people beyond himself.

Really? He should’ve been bonding with Yuki, trying to better understand his newest team member. But being so close to the sea, the water, had put a longing in his heart, and only this training could calm him.

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