when in doubt, spar

Yet another night came and went, and the moon never set. Lines streaked across the sky, like stagnant shooting stars and Hattori found himself tiring of this all. Just wishing he could put an end to it, to the feelings of uncertainty the voices stirred within him. Ashen had always been enough till now, why did they insist it was not? Shrugging those thoughts aside, Hattori made his way over to the makeshift fighting ring and tipped his head back, letting out a rumbling call.

There was always room for growth and improvement, if he could not get the better of his thoughts than a spar would do just fine. Anything to give him a distraction, to put his mind at ease.