[ masamune had found there wasn't much to comment about on takane's techniques this time. initially he had thought that perhaps he wasn't paying enough attention, but now he genuinely thought she was getting better. of course, she always had--that's just how it ended up.
... that, and maybe his mind was on other things sometimes, which only came around the time before or after a battle. not good, he'd like to admit, because splitting your mind between the current task and another task was never good, but takane had seen as much of his pensive side as kojuro had.
now, though, he's just sitting. quietly. there's no thought about the future, as he'd already thought about that--instead there's the silence and takane's breathing, one of his swords on the ground beside him.
he looks at her, and hardly misses a beat when she catches her stare. ]
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... that, and maybe his mind was on other things sometimes, which only came around the time before or after a battle. not good, he'd like to admit, because splitting your mind between the current task and another task was never good, but takane had seen as much of his pensive side as kojuro had.
now, though, he's just sitting. quietly. there's no thought about the future, as he'd already thought about that--instead there's the silence and takane's breathing, one of his swords on the ground beside him.
he looks at her, and hardly misses a beat when she catches her stare. ]
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