A blur of brown, black, and yellow dashed forward, claw-like swords protruding from his sleeves and arms. In mere moments, it sped towards a couple of training dummies lined up neatly in a row. Quick slashes and jabs soon covered the dummies, as streaks of electricity and cold chill occasionally exploded. The blue continued to move to and fro between them, never missing a beat in its relentless assault. Nyuko increased his momentum, grabbing both of his weapons and spinning around in an almost-graceful dance, as his blades continually hit their mark.
So intent was he on his movements and training that he didn't realize a particular onlooker on that morning day of the tournament's semifinals.
So intent was he on his movements and training that he didn't realize a particular onlooker on that morning day of the tournament's semifinals.