Katana held his weapon with a firm grasp, keeping his gaze fixed on the wooden targets he had set up across the forest.

His focus was like that of a hawk, positioning himself before quickly running forward and beginning to land his hits with near-perfect accuracy.

No matter how much his neighbours or peers asked him to rest, Katana refused to do so.

He'd rather fall of exhaustion if it means that he has gotten the slightest bit stronger. This is what mattered most to Katana; growing.