I could watch him for hours.
His brilliant smile sparkling brighter than the shimmering snow blanketing the city.
He'd never admit to it, but Bankotsu was like a kid in a candy store when it came to snow. Out in the white powder doing his exercise kata so fluidly it looked more like a dance than any form of martial arts.
Kaede joins me on the deck bringing with her three mugs of warm cider. I take one, she takes one and the other waits patiently with us for its owner.
I don't mind.
I could watch this dance forever.