Punisher

Seiko made a wide circle around the dojo, surveying the weapon racks carefully. She'd never really thought about fighting beyond the basics, beyond just using her paws and her teeth, but she supposed maybe she ought to start. None of the weapons really spoke to her, though they were all intriguing in their own rights. There were long, curved swords that looked difficult to wield; her gaze fell on a flail of sorts after a long moment, something with a leather handle and an assortment of long leather strands that seemed to serve as a whip. None of it really interested her all that much, but studying them did get her mind whirling.

Thinking would only do her so much good though. A fight would be much more worthwhile. Spinning around on the tatami mats, the girl raised her head high and called for her sister Hinata. They hadn't had a chance to properly spar, and surely she was around and willing? Reclining after a moment she sat and waited, patient but hoping she'd arrive sooner rather than later.