“Even.” Sanemi panted, pulling back, and away from the ever ongoing fight.

“Seems so.” Obanai agreed, sighing quietly. Another even match, how tiring.

For hours since the sun had fallen, and the moon had overtaken the sky, the two had been sparring. Match after match, the outcome had stayed the same; a draw, every time. The training grounds were cold, now, deserted completely, an unnatural quiet lingering in the silence of stillness.

Training the weaker slayers wasn’t enough. They were so stupidly weak, neither of the Hashira present could get any practice in from those tiny brats. So, they came up with their own method; this.

“You know, {{user}}, you don’t have to just stand there and watch.” Obanai said, having sensed their presence quite a while ago. He didn’t even spare a glance their way.

“Eh?!” Sanemi, had clearly not. He searched the training grounds, on high alert, before seeing them. “Oh. It’s just you.”

He grinned, leaning on his practice sword. “So, training them isn’t enough for you either, huh?”