[Fighting without exhaustion as he's accustomed to feeling it is almost dangerous, in a way; Akechi suspects if he keeps going well beyond what should be a normal stopping point, he'll end up injuring himself through simply by overusing his muscles. So eventually, he calls for a break, pushing sweaty hair away from his eyes. He'd tied his hair back, as usual in deference to the unpredictable wind, but it didn't keep his bangs from sticking to his forehead.]
Hm? [He glances to Cole mid-sip of water. He'd taken one of the glasses from Heavenly Blanc, reasoning that even if they technically didn't feel thirst, he should probably at least make an effort to train normally.] I do.
[He sets the glass down and tugs off the cloth he'd wrapped around the blade Cole had lent him in the interest of safety, examining the blade. He didn't need the spirit worried that he'd get hurt, after all; it would take all the fun out of this sparring match if the other boy held back.]
no subject
Hm? [He glances to Cole mid-sip of water. He'd taken one of the glasses from Heavenly Blanc, reasoning that even if they technically didn't feel thirst, he should probably at least make an effort to train normally.] I do.
[He sets the glass down and tugs off the cloth he'd wrapped around the blade Cole had lent him in the interest of safety, examining the blade. He didn't need the spirit worried that he'd get hurt, after all; it would take all the fun out of this sparring match if the other boy held back.]
Does that bother you?