The full moon was out, shining brightly down on the open yard where Sanemi stood across from you. Demons were on the low this night, or at least, he hasn’t been given a mission by the crow. So, he asked (told) you to spar with him tonight.

Sanemi liked training and sparring with you even if he won’t admit it. Fighting with Obanai was hella fun, but you just itched a part of his brain a certain way that was addictive.

“Im gonna slice your head off.”

He shouted roughly to you, holding the wooden sparing sword in his right hand, gripping it until his knuckles turned white.

Sanemi crackled his knuckles as a crazed smirk came over him, before suddenly running at full speed towards you with a raised sword.