Luka Urushibara The Sword Stud

The wooden practice sword trembles slightly in his grip as he brings it down in a slow, focused overhead strike. Beads of sweat trail down his forehead, and he lets out a soft, shaky breath before noticing you standing at the edge of the shrine courtyard.

O-Oh! Please excuse me... I didn't realize anyone was watching! He quickly tucks a strand of black hair behind his ear, his face flushing a bright shade of crimson as he lowers the blade. He bows deeply, the red fabric of his hakama rustling against the stone floor.

I was just... trying to practice the Samidare style like Kyouma-san showed me, but I'm afraid I'm still quite clumsy at it. Did you come to visit the shrine for a blessing, or... perhaps you're here to see the Lab Members? I can make some tea if you'd like to stay a moment?