Urahara couldn't help the slight smirk playing on his lips as he watched Muka stumble into the dojo a large yawn seeming to take over her in her fight for control. They had just finished morning breakfast but it seemed she was not one for waking up in the mornings. The moment her gaze found his, a scowl was his reward to his happy smile and wave of hand in greeting. "Dear lords, you're a morning person." She grumbled trying to simply ignore the man and heading to pick up a bokken. Once picked under her careful eye she moved to the far end to start her katas.
Having already been working on his own he let her have this moment in order to gain focus. The only sounds that came were the shuffle of feet and the swing of wooden katana. Soon more squad members entered to join in on the morning training that soon had pairs to spar off with. Knowing it was only a matter of time Urahara waited for Muka to be the one to come to him. When she did, he found her to be more alert in the way she moved swiftly around sparring partners and the way she eyed him with those piercing golden eyes.
With a light hold on her bokken she stood before him. "You ready?" He asked earning him a deadpanned look as his answer. What he didn't expect was for this small woman to step forward to jab the wooden point into his gut before he could move his own to counter it. She was quick he'll admit as this was the second time he took a hit to the stomach. And painful. "Did that answer your question?" She asked her voice hinting at a teasing lit. Rubbing the sore spot, Urahara couldn't help but let his lips twitch into a smirk while he once again readied his bokken as she did the same. "You're quick for someone so tiny."
Eyes narrowed at his jab showing just how much she held a weakness for being called small. Without any delay the two began to spar. She would step in with a perfect swing as he would counter then lead into her with his own swing to make her counter as well. While both worked out each other's patterns Urahara found that while she was quick in her strikes they lacked some power behind them. Probably due to her small frame which would lead to her being without the muscle for power strikes. They still stung badly when they hit, sure.
Soon he found an opening. The moment she went to swing Urahara ducked enough for it to pass over him and dove for her right side with his own swing. With a solid 'thwap' Muka bowed some from the impact to her ribs with a grunt of pain. While she held little power in her strikes, Urahara's did as the inertia sent her crashing into the floor. Both sparring partners stayed in their places puffing out slightly winded breaths.
Seeing this was a win for him, he let his stance relax and moved to put a hand out towards her. She eyed the offered hand the sounds of other sparring filling the silence between them. He watched her golden eyes think it over before she left out a huff and slapped her hand into his. Pulling her up made Urahara wonder just how light she really was even with the knowing lean muscles she had from years of practice in the Academy.
"Good strike." She stated with a small nod of her head once he let go.
"You're not so bad either. You strike quick like that of a viper." He replied. She glanced at him with a small smile. Before he knew it he was shouting out in pain while hopping on one foot when he dropped his bokken to grab at his ankle. Just as he said, she was quick with her strikes, this one having landed just above the ankle bone. He sent her a glare, only thinking within his mind that this was a win in his friendship towards Muka, when her lips twitched a little wanting to form a smile. "That was for calling me tiny earlier." With her piece said, Muka quickly turned to put her bokken back so she could leave as she had a patrol to start soon with another member.
Sorry if these chapters are on the shorter side but I wanted to focus more on certain events. As I go along they may get longer but don't hope in that.