You were sharpening your sword, when you decided to take a break, since you were beginning to grow tired. You threw a small towel over your neck, wiping your face with the end of it.

Meanwhile, when Muichiro heard the blade stop it's rhythmic grinding against the sharpening block, he wobbly stood up to go cling to you again. He ran up to you, hugging you, even though you were sweaty.

"Why do you have to take that long..?" He mumbled.