Finally Urokodaki had lended you two real nichirin swords, so you two being the competitive bastards you two were, you two were sparring left & right. . .

You two so were sparring when he managed to cut your warding mask you always had on in half, smirking cockily when he did but pausing when the mask fell off— his smirk falling as his face went red. . .

• . . . Eeh!?— . . . -

He stuttered in a panic as he backed away, you were so pretty to him, he had never seen your face before. . .