We'll all be here forever

Seiko had been working on their fighting skills diligently lately, maybe even to the detriment of other things in life they ought to be focusing on - like family, for example. The yearling's laser-sharp focus was not always the best quality, even if it usually was a positive thing.

Today their mind had drifted back to the bamboo staff that they'd practiced with, with Akito. Leaning up and retrieving one off the walls of the dojo, they forced themselves to become re-accustomed to the weight. It was not a very heavy object, but balancing it in their jaws was a tricky feat. Shifting it even a centimeter too far made it feel lopsided and wobbly.

After testing the weight of the staff, they made to enact some simple movements with it, swinging it fluidly from one side of their body to the other. The way it moved felt unsteady, but seemed to improve with each twist of their head from one side to the other. They felt some saliva begin to trickle down their jowls as they focused, ignoring the sensation for now as they swung to the side a bit faster - this time, once again rewarded with a sharp slap of the staff to their flank, which caused them to drop it instinctively as they flinched.

A growl of frustration bubbled up in their throat, though they retrieved it as soon as it hit the ground and refocused once again.