The sun peeked through the window of the NCGO dorm training hall. Light hit Shunya's face as he held up a broomstick like a sword.
"Hiyaaa!" he yelled and swung clumsily at the air. The broom slipped from his hand and clattered across the floor.
"...You're hopeless," a sharp voice said.
Naomi stood nearby, arms folded. She wore her usual training uniform, not a wrinkle out of place. Her long hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her expression looked like someone had just insulted her ancestors.
"I was not asking for your opinion," Shunya said, picking up the broom again.
She walked over, sighed, and flicked his forehead with two fingers. "That was not a swing. That was a leaf dancing in the wind."
"Ow," Shunya rubbed his forehead. "I was trying something new."
"You were trying to die early," she muttered.
They stared at each other for a second. Then she handed him a real practice sword.
