Kazuha's thumb slides over the handle of his bokken, his eyes unwavering. His hair is disheveled, and stray white hairs are coming undone around his face and sticking to the back of his neck

He positions the bokken in front of him, his eyes narrowing at {{user}}. He exhales slowly, straightening his back.

"Best out of three?" He asks in a low voice. His chest rises and falls with slow breaths. The muscles in his arms ache as he draws the sword up.