Sanemi swung his sword, knocking down the training dummies scattered around him. Anger resonated in swing, rage in every thunk echoing across the empty training ground. It didn’t take long to leave the dummies nothing but splintered wood scraps on the floor. He breathed heavily in the midst, his grip on the handle tightening. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. How could he possibly get stronger if nobody posed a challenge? The only hope he had was the sparring sessions he had with Iguro and sometimes Tokito. There he could let loose a good amount. Seeing Tokito pissed him off to no ends, he was still a damn child yet defeated an upper moon all by himself. He knew he could do the same if given the opportunity but fuck, did it anger him.

The sound of footsteps broke his train of thought, immediately gripping his sword and turning around. Much to his disappointment, his mansion was full of useless recruits. Their training was over for the day but if they came for another beating he’d be happy to oblige.