Atsuki tried his best to keep his patience. A male of his stature could not often afford the loss of such things after all, not when most already feared him based on size alone. Night blue eyes narrowed and his whiskers twitched as he struggled not to snap.
He was not a warrior.
So as Toga flattened him into the dojo floor for the hundredth and seventy third time, he tried to keep his patience. He tried very, very hard.
"Again, half-breed." Toga stepped back and stretched his arms behind his back, the languid motion distinctly feline.
"My Lord, surely throwing me into the floor a hundred and seventy three times is enough for the day." Atsuki tried not to wince as he struggled to pull himself up from the floor, but couldn't manage it as his muscles screamed in protest.
Toga snorted, but smirked good naturedly. "We finish when Fuiasu has deemed you appropriately winded for the day." He lifted his nose just a touch and scented his wife sitting just outside the dojo. "As she has not deigned to interject as yet, it would be best if you ceased your complaints and prepared yourself again."
"Cease my complaints," he muttered, not bothering to hide his annoyance anymore. Snatching up the fallen bokutō, he shifted into stance only for an instant before he charged. "Well, if the Lady demands so." The sneer was clear in his words as he lunged and attacked.
Outside the dojo, the Lady in question was content to listen with half an ear as she composed another letter to the Lady Ryūkotsusei, and didn't bother to smother the smirk Atsuki's irritated grumblings brought on. "The Lady does demand."
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