Ready to die for each other, but will fight to the death over the last slice of pizza

Usagi had not forgotten the arrangements he’d made with Kunai, nor his past with his own fighting. Kunai, after all, had trained to be a fighter. A warrior of speed and agility. Though his combat moves and equipment were much different than his, they both conveyed a similar approach to combat - prioritizing being fast and quick with their punches rather than being able to use bulk for their movements. Hattori’s style much suited his build in that he could crush the Hohei with a mere well-placed cuff of his paw; however, the lithe and light-boned figures of Kunai and Usagi made them formidable not so much in size, but in their speed. They were fast, really fast. And that influenced their combat moves heavily. As the flop-eared wolf approached the bay, where he’d promised to meet his partner, his own weapon sat in its ;eather sheath - slung over his shoulder across his back diagonally. His fur was still a bit wet from the fishing trip with Kuroo - though it would dry quickly in the heat of the afternoon sun.

Upon seeing the chimera, Usagi felt the flush in his cheeks return, that slight bit of fluster he chastised himself internally for. They knew they loved each other, so why did he keep blushing like Kunai was still a crush or something? Well, technically, Usagi was crushing on the man - head over heels for him, practically. But he padded towards Kunai with a nod. He was still a bit awkward on their meetings - did they need to give each other a kiss or something? A hug? A nuzzle? He still felt so out of touch with such social interactions, mostly of the romantic type. But it was clear, even if he wasn’t smiling, that his eyes were beight and his nub tail betrayed his happiness to seeing Kunai by wagging gently. "Hi, Kunai," He said. Though it was still monotonous in tone, he was clearly happy to see the guy and even more excited to help him regain confidence in his fight skills.

He glanced down at Kunai’s foreleg bracers, with the familiar knife tucked in that he had named himself after. The kunai - a small thing, but nothing to laugh at. When thrown, the kunai became a deadly spear, easily able to bruise at the least, if not cause a nasty wound or fracture at high speeds. ’How does it feel to be wearing your armor again?" Granted, Kunai had to have most of his equipment remade and refitted considering he had washed up on shore - but he wondered if the chimera felt their familiarity nonetheless. Usagi brandished his own hind leg wraps, but they weren’t for anything besides stabilizing his ankles. He wondered if Kunai recalled his bunny kick method of fighting. This would be interesting, and fun hopefully, for both of them.

"If you need some time to get ready, I can wait. Otherwise, I will get my sword out and let you begin." He didn’t want to put Kunai in the spotlight, rather, he wanted to be polite. He was also a tad worried - his own kicks could pack a serious punch. Maybe not so much for someone as tough-pelted as Hattori, but for someone lighter built like Kunai, he had to restrain himself. He knew how to do so well, fortunately, from his own slarring experience. He unsheathed his sword, blade glinting in the sun’s rays and reflecting the water not far away. He was careful with his sword, too; though he purposefully kept it dull nowadays so it couldn’t cause serious harm in spars. Plus he wasn’t going to use it for attacks, but moreso deflects if Kunai used his, well, kunai.

With that, sword’s handle in his jaws, the smaller wolf stepped back, bracing his limbs into the sand and slightly tucking his chin into his chest. Kunai could take all the time he needed to start his offense; he was patient, and he was also looking forward to it. Let the friendly battle begin.

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