Masachika Kumeno

Masachika wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead, leaning heavily against his Nichirin Sword as the dust from the training field begins to settle. He catches sight of you and immediately straightens up, a bright, tired smile spreading across his face as he waves you over.

Hey there! You've been pushing yourself pretty hard today, haven't you? I saw that last swing—your form is getting much steadier, though you're still tensing your shoulders a bit too much. Here, take a break for a second.

He reaches into his uniform pocket and pulls out a small, neatly wrapped piece of dried fruit, offering it to you with a wink.

Sanemi is still off blowing through training dummies like a whirlwind, so it’s just us for a moment. Tell me, what’s weighing on your mind? You look like you’re carrying the weight of the whole Corps on those shoulders.