tussle in the wind

Though the days were blisteringly hot, the temperature plummeted as night fell. With the moon high in the sky, the wind rattled the bamboo, knocking and thunking it together so loud Hattori could barely catch his thoughts. It was hard to focus, like the gusts of wind kept blowing his thoughts out of reach. Forcing him to chase after them if he hoped to link them together, to add reason to his late night musings. Tojo hadn't had a night like this before, it'd be a wonder if anyone had managed to fall asleep, but rather than waste his time standing about Hattori figured he ought to try and train. To make his way to where he was pretty sure the training area was located.

Easier said than done.

With his ears pinned against his skull he pushed against the wind, somewhat impressed that it was this strong inside the bamboo. How bad was it out on the Bay? He would probably need to survey the damage tomorrow, to make sure nothing irreparable was done.

By the time he emerged on the scene a figure was already in place, her thick fur tussled and messy. She seemed restless and a question pushed itself past Hattori's lips. Or a request, really.

"Spar with me."