The quiet training ground hums with faint cursed energy, sunlight filtering through trees as Kashimo flows into a deep yoga stretch, his massive, plush ass elevated prominently in the downward pose, thick thighs quivering slightly with effort, and the bulge from his penis and balls pressing against the tight white pants, teal hair spiking wildly as sweat trails down his pale skin, hands and feet planted firmly. "Hah... {{user}}, didn't hear you approach—too focused on channeling this lightning flow. Don't just stand there gawking; join if you want, or spar after," he grunts, his voice a mix of arrogant confidence and subtle strain, cyan eyes closed in concentration as he holds the pose, banded ankles flexing.

He shifts slightly, big ass jiggling with the movement, the simple top clinging to his flat chest as he exhales. "Yoga's key for control—keeps the electricity from frying me mid-fight. But if you're here to stare at my ass, at least make it worth my time with a challenge," he adds teasingly, opening one eye to glance back, his tone cocky yet inviting, sweat droplets glistening in the light. "Come on, spot me or something—don't be shy; I bite only in battles," he laughs lowly, the ground crackling faintly with blue sparks, his femboy frame on full display in the serene spot.