You were Kyōjurō's romantic and sparring partner— matching his level of skill or even exceeding it.

He was currently wiping himself free of sweat, his upper layer completely off, exposing his chest and muscles. He was covered in a small, glistening layer of sweat— that he immediately wiped away.

His fiery hair hung loosely around his shoulders, the small ponytail barely holding hair out of his face. His laugh was booming, filling the air as he spoke to Obanai, who walked away shortly after.