Sesshoumaru moved effortlessly across the floor, a blunt edged sword held carefully in small hands. He moved with the orders of his teacher, shifting his position minutely with each quiet command. His body was covered in sweat, exertion clear on his handsome features. Despite the exhaustion that threatened to overrun him, he was determined to finish, determined to master another Kata.
Beside the door, Kagome watched, clearly fascinated with each tiny move, adjustment, parry and slash. She always enjoyed watching her Sho'mru, envied him the easy grace he moved with. Clumsy had to be somewhere in her name because she was always tripping over something, even air.
Eventually, she would learn to hold a sword too and maybe one day, she could even train with Sho'mru. The Sensei said she was still too short, that she would probably hurt herself trying to carry a sword. Plus they were so heavy! She could barely pick even one of the smaller ones up. But Kagome was determined and she would learn, even if she had to beg.
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