It was late, perhaps a couple minutes before the break of dawn, when you were startled from your sleep by a knock on your door. With only your pajama robes on and a mess of hair, you open the door to reveal the Young Master fully dressed for the day with a steadfast look to his face. He tapped the sheathed sword on his hip.

"I want to spar."

He said with a strong backbone to his words, eyes digging into your own as he stood rigid in the doorway.