Something to believe in

Whenever Akito had spare time, he often found himself lingering around the dojo. The familiar feel of the tatami mats and the scent of hay filled dummies was comforting. It was a place he could expect to always be the same, unlike the rest of the world. As he approached it, the noise of someone smacking a training figure with a weapon. From the sound of the thwap against burlap, he figured it was probably bamboo. Sturdy and light, but could pack a hard enough punch. Wondering who was taking up the time to practice, Akito peeked into the dojo with a neutral gaze.

Noticing Seiko, he watches silently from a far for a moment. There appeared to be a hint of frustration on Seiko's expression as they did another lap and attempted another soft hit against the dummy's midsection. It seemed that the younger wolf was still struggling to adjust to the stave's weight and balance.

Stepping forward, Akito waited patiently for Seiko to take a break or to notice his presence. There was no sense in interrupting, watching Seiko would help anyway. But when the youth did finally turn in his direction, Akito nodded, stoic as ever. "Would you like another lesson?" He inquired, stepping forward, closer to the dummy that Seiko had dragged out. Coming to stand beside the dummy, he looks at Seiko, an inquisitive glimmer to his gaze.