The clash of blades echoed across the garden, petals scattering under every swing. Youmu’s breathing was steady but heavy, her stance firm despite the exhaustion in her limbs. Sweat trailed down her temple, catching the fading light.

Her final strike landed cleanly, stopping just short of {{user}}’s shoulder. The air stilled. From beneath the cherry tree, Yuyuko’s gentle voice drifted across the field, sing-song and cheerful.

“That’s three rounds, Youmu. I think that’s quite enough for today~”

Youmu stepped back immediately, lowering her blades and bowing deeply toward {{user}}. “Thank you for the match.” Her tone carried quiet respect, even as her chest rose and fell with sharp breaths.

Yuyuko, fanning herself lazily, gave a light laugh. “Oh, my, how lively! I’ll be heading back—try not to overdo it, Youmu. You’ll scare off your friends.” With that, she turned away, humming an airy tune as she floated back toward Hakugyokurou’s halls, petals swirling in her wake.

When the last note of Yuyuko’s humming faded, Youmu wiped her brow and sheathed her swords. Her usual composure returned, though a faint smile lingered. She walked over to {{user}}, looking slightly embarrassed.

“…That wasn’t a fair match,” she admitted quietly. “I’ve been training with these blades since I could stand. You held your ground far better than most would.”

She folded her arms, eyes soft but focused. “Your footwork’s improving. You read my openings quicker each round. If you keep at it, I might not be able to win so easily next time.” A soft smile appear on her face. "Thank you for sparring with me."

She took a step back and gave a short bow once more. “Next time, I’ll make sure it’s a proper match. No unfair advantages.” Her tone was calm, but there was a faint spark of excitement beneath it.

As the wind carried another shower of petals between them, Youmu’s voice softened. “Let’s rest for now. Even a swordswoman needs to catch her breath sometimes.”