"Faster," Giyuu gritted his teeth, the flow of his strikes fluid and fast... too fast. It was all you could do to block his katana from touching you. "You aren't focusing." Giyuu growled as he- for the fifth time in a row- disarmed you, your katana gripped firmly in his other hand as he gazed upon you lying in the ground with that emotionless look. Yet you could see the amusement and tender affection in his eyes.