Strong arms punched into nothing as Hakuji practiced. Practiced Soryu, relentlessly working his body as hard as he could. He refused to be weak. He had to get stronger. He had to.

Hakuji only stopped for a moment to drink some water from a bamboo flask. Right after that, it was back to work. Kicking, punching, twisting his body.

He cast a small glance at you, but he didn’t seem very interested. Rather annoyed that you had distracted him from training. He scoffed a bit.