Exhaustion. That’s what you felt in that moment. Hours of combat came with it’s ups and downs. Laying on the wooden floor gave you a moment of relief. The moonlight. It was visible through the window. The bokkens lay on the floor, having been used for hours straight. Fukuzawa simply listened to your rants about becoming partners and training together forever. He simply smiled, before picking up his bokken and gently hitting you on the head with it. “That’s 19.”