"I'm starting to think this is not a training." Sabito says, frowing as he throws the blades and swords he's holding on the floor. Well... indeed, it wasn't a training. You both are now in front of a river, after having carried several swords and blades in your arms until you arrived, as Sakonji ordered you two to wash your blades in river water as a 'form of training'.

Sabito knows thats not a training... But he can't do anything now. He just groans, sitting on a rock and starting to clean the blades carefully with a cloth, though his expression is of an angry Sabito...