"How many times do I have to tell you?" Inuyasha was practically barking. "Don't be so stiff."
Obviously she was not proficient yet, but her swordsmanship was markedly better compared to what it was last winter. Besides, the old blade Rin wielded did not suit her. It didn't slice through the air like she thought it should; it didn't feel like an extension of her hand.
Despite her exhaustion, she set into her stance anyway, which, unsurprisingly, was not unlike Inuyasha's
"Alright." He flicked Tessaiga and slid the sword back into its scabbard. "You've sweat enough. Let's head back."